#gaunt rolls his eyes and gives him a kiss

[ghostprincessworld]

Gaunt crawling into bed after lots of sex and kissing

Ellwood: So are you not going to kiss me good night?

[charmedimsure]

dae-ho x f!reader where they just met in the games and they obviously had a connection so they went to the bathroom

and when they were kissing someone came in and caught them (you can choose who) and then they tease them about it when they come out

(if you’re uncomfortable with smut it doesn’t have to be smut!!)

NOT A WORD || kang dae-ho

pairing: Kang Dae-ho x f!reader

summary: You and Dae-ho share a moment in the bathroom

word count: 1.4k

warnings: squid game stuff, 18+

A/N: this is the closest i will get to writing smut. if you see any mistakes no you didn't <3

You walk into the bathroom, rubbing your eyes with your hands. It had been a long day. First one of your friends died in Mingle, then the vote on whether to stay or go home was split 50/50, meaning tensions have never been higher.

You look up, pausing when you see the urinals. The guard could've at least guided you to the correct restroom. Instead, they just brought you to two doors, one with a triangle and one with a square. You chose the wrong one, apparently. Still, there are stalls, so whatever.

After you go, you come out of the stall, turning the knob of the sink to wash your hands. You look in the mirror at yourself. You wish you could take back all of those times that you apologized for looking like a mess. All those times you have never come close to how you look now. Your hair is a knotted mess, and the smudges of at least four day old mascara is smeared under your eyes, making you look gaunt.

With a huff, you comb your fingers through your hair, trying to get out as many knots as you can. The loose strands fall from your head, and you grimace as you watch them pile up in the sink. That's... a lot of hair. You turn the faucet back on, letting it go down the drain. It'll be their problem now.

The door to the bathroom opens and you jump. When a familiar face walks in, you relax.

"Thank god it's just you," you sigh.

Dae-ho gives you a confused look. "Why are you in the men's room?"

You roll your eyes. "I've just always really wanted to try pissing in a urinal," you deadpan.

The man smirks. "You walked into the wrong bathroom?"

"Yep."

He chuckles, going over to one of the stalls and locking the door.

You look back at yourself in the mirror, trying to make yourself look at least a little presentable. You rub under your eyes, trying to get the makeup off of your face, but if anything it just smudges even more.

Dae-ho comes out of the stall, walking to the sink next to you and washing his hands. He looks at you, a small frown on his face. "What's wrong."

"I'm trying to get this off but it won't budge," you say, throwing your hands in the air with a huff. Two hands grab your waist and you involuntarily let out a small squeal as you're lifted up.

Dae-ho sets you down so that you're sitting on the edge of the sink, you're back facing the mirror. He runs the sink next to yours, pulling his sleeve over his hand and running it under the water.

"What are you doing?"

"This is how my sisters take their's off when they run out of makeup wipes," he says, bringing his damp sleeve to your face. With the sleeve over his thumb, you watch him as he gently wipes under your right eye. You relax, opting to watch his face as he focuses.

"What do you think's gonna happen tomorrow with the vote?" you ask.

Dae-ho sighs. "I wish I could say we'll win, that we'll finally go home, but I have no idea." He puts his sleeve over his other hand, running under the water before copying his motions under your other eye. "Gi-hun says there's gonna be a fight tonight. That's why they gave us the forks with dinner today, they want us to kill each other."

"Sick fucks," you mumble. You wish you could say you're surprised, but nothing here really surprises you anymore. It's silent for another mminute before you speak again. "I'm going to die tonight."

Dae-ho gives you a concerned look. "Why do you say that?"

"I can play kids games, but I don't have the strength to fight off someone who's trying to kill me. The moment someone grabs me, I'm dead."

Dae-ho finishes cleaning your makeup off, wiping the wet areas with the dry part of his sleeves. "You know we're not gonna let that happen, right?"

You shrug.

Dae-ho cups your face with both hands, forcing you to look at him. "Listen to me. You are not going to die tonight. I'll protect you, I swear on my life."

Tears start to well up in your eyes. "And what if they get you?" You take a deep, shaky breath. "I don't want you to die."

You and Dae-ho had found each other during the first game. He kept you behind him, and you helped him know when to stop so he wouldn't get caught. When he joined Gi-hun's team, he brought you along.

"I don't want you to die, either," he whispers. He slides his hands down your arms, holding your hands in his.

A small smile appears on your face. "At least I'll die having watched the best game of Gong-gi ever played."

Dae-ho lets out a chuckle, his cheeks turning red as he looks away. When he looks back at you, the softness in his eyes nearly makes you melt.

"In case we die tonight," he says softly, "in case these are our last few hours alive, let me do something I've been thinking about since our first day here."

His eyes flicker to your lips and you gasp slightly. He looks back up to your eyes, silently asking permission, and you nod.

He closes the distance between you, breathing you in as he cradles your face. You bring your hands up to thread into his hair, kissing him back eagerly. If you're going to die tonight, this is how you want to spend your last moments.

His tongue teases your lips and you part them slightly, allowing him access. You lightly tug on his hair, the groan he lets out as a result going straight to your core.

Fuck, you need him right now.

Without breaking the kiss, you move your hands away from his hair, unzipping his jacket and pushing it over his shoulders. He takes his hands away from you for a moment to let the article fall to the floor before his hands attach to your hips. He steps closer to you, your bodies flush against each other.

He moves away from you lips, leaving open-mouthed kisses down your throat that have you gasping. His hands lift the hem of your shirt, rising underneath to roam your bare skin. You throw your head back as his lips travel lower and low-

"Oh shit!"

The voice breaks you out of the moment, your head whipping around to look at the door. Jung-bae stands at the entrance to the bathroom, eyes moving back and forth between you and Dae-ho. You freeze, along with the man whose hands are still underneath your shirt.

"Uhh, I'll just go. You two have fun," he walks out, a small smirk on his face.

Dae-ho is still looking at the door when he feels your stomach moving under his hands. He looks at you, a small smile spreading on his face when he sees your quiet laughter. He breaks into laughter as well, removing his hands from you.

"At least it was just him," you chuckle. "Imagine it was that old man."

Dae-ho laughs harder, picking his jacket up off of the ground. Instead of putting it on himself, he wraps it around your shoulders, taking your hips in his hands to help you off the counter.

Once your feet are back on the ground, you reach for the back of his neck, planting another kiss on his lips. "If we get out of here, we'll continue this."

Dae-ho nods, a smile on his face as he kisses your temple. You take his hand, walking to the door of the bathroom. When you leave, you spot Jung-bae leaning against the wall. As soon as he sees you, a smirk decorates his face. He opens his mouth to talk but you hold up your hand, stopping him.

"Not a word, Jung-bae," you threaten.

The man holds up his hands in surrender, the smirk still on his face as he enters the bathroom.

You sigh and shake your head, looking at Dae-ho and breaking out into another chuckle before walking back to your quarters.

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[arthenaa]

Unspoken Attraction — Sebastian Sallow x Reader

PLOT SUMMARY:

The girls and you have a talk on who they'll date amongst the students in Hogwarts. No one mentions Sebastian despite being deemed the most handsome in your year. You wonder why?

DISCLAIMER:

gossip gossip hihi, imelda being the best and just roasts every1 esp seb, seb being down bad, realizations, friends 2 lovers, kiss kiss fall in love, gender neutral reader, readers house is up to u, fluff disgusting fluff, i love u sallow boy.

"I think Amit is quite handsome. I suppose he'd be a good conversation partner." Natty hums as she rests her chin on the palm of her hand. Imelda looks at her with disgust.

"He'd probably love astronomy more than you in your relationship. I'd punch him on the first date." Imelda scoffs, rolling her eyes. Poppy just gives the Slytherin gal a glare for her unkind words.

The four of you were lounging in the empty Beasts classroom, relaxing in the cool breeze coming from the forest. Professor Howin had allowed the four of you (originally you and Poppy, but Imelda and Natty had passed by and decided to tag along) to stay in the classroom in hopes of teaching the new 5th year (You) more about Beasts but all you've done in the past hour is sit on one of the tables and talk about the most random of things. Now you were talking about who to date in Hogwarts.

"What about Yrma?" Poppy suggests. "She's nice."

"Stop suggesting Ravenclaws. I physically cannot handle it." Imelda grunts. You shoot her a sympathetic look to which she flips you off. "Also, she's a third year. I'd die if you pair me up with someone younger. A journalist, too, she'd know every step I'll do, and I'll just have an aneurysm because of it."

"Alright, what about Weasley?" You suggest. Natty makes a look, considering the option. Poppy sighs and shakes her head.

"Which one?" Imelda jokes, to which Natty smacks her arm. Poppy rolls her eyes before answering the question.

"He's cute but too mischievous." Poppy lists. Imelda nods, agreeing with her statement. Poppy pets the Puffskein sleeping on her lap, smiling softly at the cute creature snoring away.

"Eh. He's fun. I can probably handle him." Natty says. You let out a small laugh.

"I'll pass. He's like a brother to me. Probably because Professor Weasley acts too much like a mom." You reply. You lean closer to Poppy, glancing down at the Puffskein to coo at it.

"What about Dale? She's cute." Natty suggests. She then turns to Imelda, who looks like she'd complain once more about a Ravenclaw being listed. "Don't."

"What? I wasn't gonna say anything..."

"It's because her past lover was from Ravenclaw that she's like this." Poppy says with a disappointed look on her face. "Clumping up all Ravenclaws and putting your prejudice that was originally for one person into the general public, huh?"

"Shut it, Sweeting." Imelda glares at her.

"Alright, stop fighting. I know you'd rather date a Hufflepuff, Reyes." You tease. The Slytherin's cheeks flush, and a harsh kick to your knee sends you jolting up against the table with a pained groan. The Puffskein awakens to the sudden harsh movement and jumps off Poppy's lap.

"Imelda!" Poppy whines as she watches the Puffskein hop away to its den. "Look at what you did!"

"How'd you even know it was me?!" Imelda complains. Poppy crosses her arms over her chest.

"You're seated directly in front of Y/N. They'd never jump for no reason, and also, Natty's an angel. Besides, I could feel the kick." Poppy chastised. Imelda looks away with furrowed eyebrows and a pout as she grumbles about it, not being her fault. You look at the two with a smile.

"It's okay, Poppy, let's just continue." You send Imelda a knowing smile to which she scowls at. Natty giggles at the interaction.

"Ooh, what about Gaunt?" Natty wiggles her eyebrows. "He's a young lord. Deemed one of the most handsome in our year. I'd date him."

"Really? You'd get pulverized by his crazy blood status fanatic of a family." Imelda leans forward to place her arms on the table before leaning down to rest her head on it. "But I guess he's decent. The type to defend you against them. A typical romantic cliche."

"Doesn't he have a lover?" Poppy mentions. Imelda immediately rises up at the information.

"Oh yeah. I saw them snogging near DADA. Sebastian looked like he was constipated, muttered about when it was his turn to be happy or something." Imelda cringes at the memory. At the mention of the Sallow boy's name, Natty and Poppy glance at each other with knowing looks. Suddenly, their attention is on you.

"What about you, Y/N? Will you date Ominis?" Poppy smiles knowingly. There's something about the two's stare that puts you in an uncomfortable position.

"Uh..." You purse your lips in thought. Ominis was one of your best friends. He had been with you through thick and thin, but that's all he ever was. Besides, he was happily in love with someone else. "Not really? Same answer with Gareth's."

Natty nods in understanding. Imelda glances at the two in confusion. "Why do you two look like you're the one who's constipated?"

"Shut it, Reyes." Poppy rolls her eyes. You laugh at their bickering. At this point, there was one person who definitely should be mentioned in this conversation. He was already well known in the school for his charming personality and handsome looks. People always gossip about him. You let out a shaky breath before nervously glancing at the three.

"What about Sebastian?" You suggest. The three fall in silence, not responding to the question. It didn't even look like they were contemplating about it. "Hello? Did you not hear me or what—"

"Oh no, we heard you." Imelda chuckles as she smirks at her. When Imelda smirks, you know it's not good. "I just don't think we can claim him."

"Claim him?" You tilt your head in confusion. "You make it sound like he's already dating someone."

"Ehh..." Natty shrugs her shoulders. "Aren't you?"

"Aren't I what? Huh?" You sat, baffled at their curious looks. "I'm not dating Sebastian?"

The three look at each other before laughing. It wasn't even a casual laugh, it's full on stomach grabbing, tear inducing, I'm-gonna-pee what the fuck laugh. You look at them in confusion.

"Merlin, I can't take this seriously." Natty wipes a tear from her eyes as she continues to laugh.

"I'm really not dating him!?"

"You're so funny!" Imelda pats your shoulder. "Don't tell me kissing each other everywhere except the lips counts as friendly. Who the fuck kisses their friend on the neck?"

"Uh, she has a point." Poppy shrugs. "He walks you to class, holds your hand, and not even in a normal way. It's the intertwined one, and if looks could kill, Garreth Weasley had already been buried months ago."

"Also, he always touches you. An arm on your waist, hugging you from behind, fixing your hair, looking at you like you're the Messiah yourself." Natty lists on, continuing Poppy's evidence. Surely not?

You stare at them with wide eyes and an unreadable look. You and Sebastian had always had a strong bond. Ominis often commented about feeling left out whenever you two were together. You always thought that he was just teasing you about it. The things that you've gone through had eliminated all barriers between the two of you, so physical affection had seem normal for you. Had the line between friends and more than friends became too blurred already?

"Merlin's beard. You don't know!" Natty gasps in shock. "Rafiki, that is more than just friendship."

"But I'm really not..." You try to defend yourself, but the more that they stare at you, the more you start to realize how obvious it should've been. Before you could try and convince yourself about how ludicrous it is all, Imelda delivers the final blow.

"Love, everyone knows Sebastian is yours."

Heat rises to your cheeks, and as if things couldn't get any worse, a familiar voice calls out to your little group.

"There you are!" Sebastian Sallow, the devil himself, grins as he approches your little group with Ominis trailing behind. The three cough at his sudden appearance and you freeze in your seat.

He makes his way behind you, grasping your shoulder firmly before leaning down close to your face. "Hey, I'm here. No greeting?"

You turn your head towards him, glancing at the three girls who look away, trying to contain their laughter. You look back at Sebastian, who smiles, expecting something. You sigh, giving him a chaste kiss on his cheek. He lights up like a Christmas tree.

At the sight of affection, the three suddenly stand up, collecting their things. "O-oh I just remembered I forgot to water the chinese cabbages again, haha! Silly me! I better go get it!" Natty says with a poorly concealed smile. Sebastian looks at her, confused.

"Uh? Okay?" Sebastian awkwardly laughs. You glared at her as she grabbed Imelda and Poppy who make haste in gathering their things.

"I also have to bring them and Ominis because of ... uh... safety." Natty bullshits her way through as Imelda grabs the young Gaunt's arm, pulling him with them.

"Huh what? I didn't get a say in th—" Poppy covers his mouth as they walk away, dragging him along. Natty gives her a final thumbs up of encouragement as the two of you watch in confusion. You watch as their figures disappear before the boy beside you finally breaks the silence.

"There they go." Sebastian sighs. "I was hoping I'd get to hang out, but oh well. I don't really have complaints with just us here."

You flush at his bluntness as he sits down beside you, pulling your figure to his arms. He hugs you tightly before resting his head on your shoulder. "History of Magic felt like forever. I swear I'd never be able to stay awake in that class. Binns must've put something in the air."

You couldn't focus. He's so close.

"Lucky that you and Ominis get to share that class. At least you'd have someone to suffer with." He jokes as he raises his head. Silence engulfs you both as he stares at your face.

"Stop." You groan as you try to push his face away, but he only grasps your hand in his palm.

"Why? You look like you're about to explode." He laughs softly. You still couldn't look at him, eyes trained at the table in front of you. To make things worse, he grabs your chin before softly turning your head towards him.

"I'm talking to you. Look at me." He mumbles lowly in a deep voice. You almost wanted to whimper at how attractive that was.

"Stop doing that, I swear." You whisper as you look at him, nervousness creeping. He smirks, leaning in.

"Why? You seem so quiet today." He chuckles, pulling you closer as he tucks a stray hair away from your face. "What's got your pretty little head busy, hm?"

"You." You admit as your eyes admire his features. He lets out a soft smile.

"Me?"

"Yeah." You raise your hands to cup his cheeks. The two of you had been sitting so close that if you just lean a little bit forward, you'd be able to kiss him.

"Yeah?" He raises his eyebrows in amusement as his gaze flickers from your eyes to your lips.

"You're so annoying." You pout. He bites his lip before dropping his head on your shoulder. Your fingers then softly scratch his scalp and twirling his curls. He raises his head back up before unashamedly stares at your lips.

"I don't need to tell you what's going to happen, right?" He whispers. You gulp nervously as your arms slide up to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer.

"Mhm." You hum before placing a chaste kiss on his lips, testing the waters. He lets out a shaky breath at the sudden action. You look up at his eyes, trying to discern if what you did was okay before he grins fully and leans back down to kiss you again.

Your body unconsciously pushes against him, craving his touch. You tenderly kiss him back, hands occuppied with his soft hair. His hands rub your lower back gently as he continues to kiss you. You don't know how much time has passed before you pull away. You both smile at each other before Sebastian leans forward to give you more pecks on the lips. You giggle at his behavior.

"I like you." He whispers, nudging his nose against yours. You smile at his confession, palms now cupping his cheeks. You press a firm kiss on his lips before staring at him in adoration.

"I like you too."

A/N 1.1 : IM DEAD i love this. Also im not sure if I said friend in Swahili right ,,, lmk if its correct 🫶

A/N 1.2 : TYSM FOR ENJOYING THIS LOVE U ALL

[atypicalamortentia]

Breeding Kink

Synopsis - The boys and their breeding kinks.

Warnings - NSFW.

Notes - Characters aged up to 18+!

Word Count - 3.1K.

{Caffeinate Me}

SEBASTIAN SALLOW has major baby fever all of the time and he isn’t afraid to let you know about these feelings either. “Wanna have a baby?” He asks, looking at you with a devilish grin. You look up at him from the book you’re reading with wide eyes, completely taken aback by his comment. When you don’t answer, he asks you again. “Wanna have a baby?”

“Excuse me?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at him. 

Sebastian sits down next to you, placing a hand on your thigh. “Well I’ve been thinking of filling you up until your stomach bulges and you get pregnant with my babies.”

“Sebastian!” A gasp leaves your lips, however you don’t stop him from taking the book out of your hand and placing it on the coffee table in front of you. Sebastian places a hand on your chest and pushes you down onto the sofa so you’re lying down on your back. Without hesitation, he straddles your waist while still grinning at you. 

“That’s not an answer,” he sings before capturing your kiss into a passionate kiss. You don’t protest as his lips smash against yours. Instead, you kiss him back eagerly, discarding your clothes and throwing them all over the living room to find later. “I’ll take that as a yes then,” he grins watching as you spread your legs wide for him. Sebastian leaned down to kiss your neck, slipping his cock up your glistening folds to lubricate himself before slamming inside of you in one fell swoop. A moan leaves both of your lips and he slowly begins to move himself inside of you, not giving you time to adjust to his large length. Your hand grips his forearms in an attempt to slow him down, but Sebastian doesn’t give up. 

“Sebastian!” You groan loudly as your eyes roll into the back of your head. 

“Cum for me baby,” Sebastian growls in your ear. You can’t help but nod enthusiastically. Your fingers make their way to your clit and rub quick, yet calculated circles on the sensitive nub. Within seconds you were creaming around him, moaning his name on repeat. “Good girl,” Sebastian cooed, kissing your lips softly as he continued to smash his hips against yours. “Now, I’m gonna fill you up until you can’t take anymore okay? Got to get this beautiful stomach full of my babies.” You nod again, moaning loudly as Sebastian’s ruthless assault on your pussy continues until he’s a blubbering mess. You feel his cock twitch inside of you, if that was even possible, and you know that he’s about to explode. With a growl he cums deep inside of you, fucking it into you until he’s too sensitive to continue. “God you feel so good,” he groans, kissing the side of your neck as he pulls out of you with a slight pop/ 

Sebastian rolls off of you and stares at the ceiling, attempting to catch his breath. After a few moments of silence, you finally speak up, voice soft and shy. “Did you really mean what you said?” Sebastian looks at you, slightly confused. “About me getting pregnant. Did you mean it?” 

Sebastian grins at you again. “Yes. It’s all I’ve been able to think about.” 

“Well then. Maybe we can make it happen.” 

OMINIS GAUNT is unsure about his newly found kink, afterall, he only wants to have a baby when you’re both ready. However, recently the thought of filling you up with his cum until you get pregnant hasn’t left his mind. You’re sitting at the dinner table when Ominis says to you, “do you ever want children with me Y/N?” 

He takes a mouthful of food as you respond to his question. You don’t even need to think about it before you’re answering. “As long as they’re with you, I wouldn’t care if we had a litter.” You let out a soft giggle at your joke and look at the blonde who’s smiling at you playfully. 

“Well, I’ve been thinking lately…” he mumbles slightly. “About getting you pregnant.”

“You have?” You ask, smiling widely at him. Ominis just nods as he pushes his plate to the side, a sign that he was finished eating. You never thought Ominis would want children, and you were okay with that, so to hear this was like a breath of fresh air. 

“I keep thinking of running my hands over your body… Feeling your swollen belly in my hands and it just does things to me.” 

You raise an eyebrow out of curiosity. “What sort of things?”

He leans in over the table. His milky eyes stare into your soul before he whispers to you, “come and find out.”

You stand up, shaking with anticipation as you walk over to him. When Ominis feels you within arms length, he grabs your wrist and pulls you down onto his lap. A gasp of surprise leaves your lips when you feel his painfully hard erection underneath your bottom and you can’t help but squirm lightly. Ominis sucks in a breath as you squirm against him and he can’t help but thrust his hips up to meet yours. “Ominis,” you whisper softly, moving your hips lightly against him. 

You’re unable to say anything else before he commands you, “bedroom. Now.” 

You jump off his lap and eagerly grab his hand, leading him to your shared bedroom. You push Ominis onto the bed, taking the position of command like you usually do in the bedroom and kiss him with fever whilst bucking your hips up against his straining erection. You undress each other quickly and without speaking until you’re both completely naked. Ominis’ hands trail over your body, cupping your breasts eagerly. Without warning you sink yourself onto his length and he lets out a loud moan as you slowly inch yourself onto him. Every time you have sex it always feels like the first time: from the burn of the stretch to the way he moans - it was like you’d never touched him before. You let out a breathy moan as you begin your movements, allowing yourself to feel the arousal swell up inside of you as your orgasm was fast approaching. Ominis bucks his hips up to meet yours in a haphazard way and although his rhythm was completely off, he was still able to get you cumming around him in no time. “Please. Please make me a daddy,” he whispers repeatedly as you feel his cock twitch inside of you. You nod and moan at the sensation, coaxing his orgasm from him until he’s painting your insides with his seed at an ungodly speed. When you finally manage to pull yourself off of Ominis, he growled lightly. His hands guide your hips back down onto him, signalling to you that he didn’t want you to move just yet. 

“We’ll talk more about this later,” you whisper in his ear, kissing his cheek softly. 

“There’s nothing to talk about,” he says suddenly. “I want children. Your children. Let’s just do it.” 

You find yourself grinning at him before bending down to place a chaste kiss on his lips. “If you’re sure that’s what you want. Let’s do it.”

GARRETH WEASLEY doesn’t realise he has a breeding kink until the first time he has sex with you. After that, he’s a complete goner. He knows he won't rest until you’re pregnant, that’s for sure. He doesn’t bring it up to you until a few months after your first time. One night he’s between your legs, tongue dancing out of his mouth and lapping at your clit just the way you like it. His fingers are pumping in and out of you, pushing you to your second orgasm of the night when he hits you with the, “wanna stuff you full of my cum until you’re good and pregnant.” Your ears are ringing from the pleasure you’re experiencing and you hardly hear him however, when his words register to you you’re moaning for more. Your legs tense up around his head as you cum all over his face and that has Garreth smirking like you’ve never seen before. “You want that, huh?” He asks as he trails wet kisses up your naked body. “Want me to make you a mummy baby?”

“Yes please,” you choke out, marvelling at how big his cock looked between your thighs. His tip was red, leaking pre-cum as he grasped the base and slid it between your sticky folds. A soft gasp left your lips as Garreth slowly pushed his cock inside of you. In his usual fashion, he gave you a few moments to adjust to his large length before he began pounding into you relentlessly. There was something about the idea of you being pregnant with his baby that turned him on like never before. His hands made their way to your stomach, palming softly as he envisioned you swollen with his DNA. 

He kisses your neck, mumbling words of praises to you. “You’ll look so hot pregnant.” You’re unable to form words to reply as your back arches, completely overwhelmed with pleasure. “Everyone will know who you belong to when they see you full of my baby.” And just like that, you’re cumming again. Your legs wrap tightly around his waist as your fingernails rake down his back, no doubt leaving red marks for you to admire later. After a few more seconds of viscous thrusting, Garreth is moaning your name while exclaiming loudly that he was cumming. You feel him fill you to the brim and you let out an exhausted, content sigh as Garreth kisses your forehead lovingly. He looks down into your eyes and smiles. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you breath out softly. “I’m just surprised.”

“Surprised?”

“Yeah. I’m surprised that you want children with me,” you mumble, staring into his gorgeous eyes. 

“Why wouldn’t I? You’re the love of my life.” 

Your eyes fill up with tears as you question him, “I am?”

“Of course you are. I love you Y/N, never forget that.”

LEANDER PREWETT realises he has a breeding kink the second he sees you holding an infant. Your best friend had just had a baby and invited you and Leander around to meet them. Your eyes had widened as you cooed at the tiny human and Leander was gone. When you get home, Leander watches as you sit down while he paces back and forth awkwardly. You raise an eyebrow out of concern and ask him, “what’s wrong love?”

“Listen Y/N… We’ve been together for a long time now,” he starts, and you feel your heart sink at his words. You’re fearing a break-up speech, but you weren’t prepared for what he was about to say. “And I think I might have a breeding kink.”

You blink rapidly at him and ask, “a breeding kink?”

“It means I get turned on by the thought of impregnating you,” he explained. 

“I know what a breeding kink is Leander,” you roll your eyes and chuckle at him. 

“Then-” 

“How long have you known?” You ask softly, standing up and walking towards him. 

“Only since today,” he says, holding his arms out to hold you. “Seeing you with the kid… It made me think that we should have one.” 

“You’re joking right?” You ask, mumbling into his chest as you wrap your arms around his body. “I swear to Merlin Leander, if you’re joking I will kill you.”

He cupped your face in his hands and pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was probably the sweetest and most passionate kiss you had shared with him, ever. “No. No I’m not joking.” His hands trailed down to your breasts, cupping them gently. “I can’t stop thinking about how large your tits would get full of milk. How swollen your stomach would be…”

A moan escaped your throat at his words, arousal settling in your core as you allowed yourself to think about the changes that would occur to your body if you were pregnant. “Leander,” you whimper softly. “Don’t tease me.” 

He nodded. “Okay princess.” He grabbed your hand and picked you up bridal style, walking quickly with you to your shared bedroom. He threw you onto the bed and you landed with an ‘oof’ before giggling up at him. 

“Leander!” You shriek gently. He didn’t reply though, he just climbed on top of you, pushing you down and kissing you softly before removing your trousers. He looks at you with a hunger in his eyes that you had never seen before. 

“God look at you,” he mumbles, taking in the view of your naked body underneath his. “You’re so beautiful. I don’t know if it would be possible, but you’d be more beautiful if you were pregnant.” You didn’t know how to respond to that, as sweet as it was, but you didn’t have a chance to before Leander was taking off his pants. His cock was painfully hard, standing straight to attention. You reach out to touch him but he batted your hand away playfully. “Not tonight baby, I wanna get to the main event.”

You blushed at his words and got on all fours for him - his favourite position. You shake your arse at him teasingly, showing him your dripping cunt. It was shameful how wet he got you and how quick he got you wet too. He lines himself up with your entrance, hands grasping your hips desperately as he pushes into you quickly. You let out a squeal and give him the go ahead to move. When he did, his pace was painfully slow. He wanted this to be loving, wanted to say that when you conceived your child it was slow and sensual. Leander’s movements were calculated, thrusting into you in a way that had you clenching around him. His fingertips prod at your clit, slowly circling it until you were creaming around his cock. It was embarrassing how quick he could make you cum. Your own orgasm had pushed Leander over the edge, the way your cunt clenched around him had his mind in a haze as he shot his load into your womb. He pulled out of you with a heavy breath and lay down next to you, head turning to the side to admire you. 

“God Leander,” you whisper breathlessly. “That was something else.” 

He laughs at you and wraps an arm around you, pulling you close to him. “I hope it worked.”

“Only time will tell,” you mumble as you close your eyes. It didn’t take either of you long to fall asleep, completely full of bliss. All you knew is that you’d definitely be having round two in the morning to make sure you got pregnant.

AMIT THAKKAR is really shy about his breeding kink. One night, you’re talking to him about the kinks you have when you decide to ask him about his. He stutters at first, not sure what to say when you giggle and say, “it’s okay. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want too.”

Amit finds himself fumbling over his words before he responds. “I have a kink about… impregnating you.” 

“You do?” You ask with wide eyes. Amit just nods in response, too shy and nervous to say anything. You find yourself thinking for a moment. You had always wanted kids, ever since you were younger. You always played house with your dolls and thought about baby names for your future children. You knew Amit was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, so you thought why not. “Why don’t we give it a try?”

Amit is stunned. He really wasn’t expecting you to be so open about it. “Really?”

You nod. “I think the time is right to start trying for a baby.” 

“You mean that?” Amit asks. 

“Of course,” you remain smiling at him and that’s when Amit’s confidence grows. 

He grabs your hand and leads you to the bedroom, anxiously anticipating what was to come. He slowly settles you down onto the bed, pushing you down so you’re laying flat on your back. Amit begins to undress you in a way that was almost teasing, carefully and slowly. You let out a soft moan as his fingers dance over your skin. “Are you okay?” He asks, his voice a whisper. You nod your head as you begin to help him out of his own clothes, desperately tugging at them. “Here. I’ll help you,” he smiles, moving his hands away from your body to help you remove the final articles of clothing on his body. When you were both bare to each other, the air in the room was thick with arousal. Both of your eyes never left the other’s body and both of your hands began touching anywhere you could reach. Amit smiles down lovingly at you as he pumps his erect cock, shakily lining himself up with your tight hole. “You ready sweetheart?” He asks, slipping his cock between your folds and teasing your hole with his tip. 

“Please!” You gasp, arching your back in an attempt to have his cock slide into you. 

Amit nods and pushes himself inside of you, filling you completely to the brim. You let out the loudest moan as he begins to snap his hips against yours. He wanted this moment to last, but the way your cunt was clenching around him made it impossible. His fingers shakily worked at your clit, pushing you to your orgasm. You came over him, squealing in delight as your orgasm washed over you. Amit continues to fuck himself into you, thoughts of your pregnant body filling his mind as his cock hit your cervix again and again. When he came, your name left his lips in a gasp. He had never known himself to cum so much, pouring rope after sticky rope into your cunt. When he finally finished, he collapsed onto you kissing at your neck gently. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled against the soft skin of your neck. 

“What for?” You ask breathlessly. 

“For cumming so quickly,” he said shamefully. 

You couldn’t help but chuckle at him and shake your head. Your voice was soft and reassuring. “Amit, it’s okay.”

“I just couldn’t help it,” he groans, lips continuing to skim across your neck. “The thought of impregnating you was too much for me to handle.”

You chuckle again. “I’m glad you found it as enjoyable as I did.” 

“I did,” he said breathlessly, pressing his lips to yours softly. “Give me a minute and we can go for round two.”

“Round two?” You ask with a grin. 

“Well, we need to have sex at every opportunity if we want to get you pregnant,” he says, explaining it logically to you. You nod your head at him and open your legs again, fingers pushing in some of his cum that had dribbled onto your thigh. 

“I’m ready whenever you are.”

[milkbreadandtadpoles]

stsg x angel

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snippet: measly 0.5k of an insight into my poly!stsg brain. reader is neutral!

warnings: stsg it it's own warning. suggestive language, suggestive dom/sub behavior and dynamics. reader being a pouty angel ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊ also, proabably poorly edited

author's note: dawg i just had some inspo and had to put thoughts to paper. and i must share! please enjoy my brain rot, my little clan of followers and those who will be searching in these tags.

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“Would you suck the strap?”

“It’s seven thirty in the morning, Satoru. Please don’t start right now.”

“But I’m serious!”

“Shut up, Suguru is still sleeping.”

“I’m not.”

You palm your face, glaring at Satoru through your fingers, “You woke him up.”

“I doubt me talking about your sexual tendencies woke up the household princess.”

“Can you just flip the pancakes?”

“Oh, you’re making pancakes?” Suguru murmurs, gruff and syrupy. His hair is haphazard, yet silky and smooth. The frizzled strands frame his angular, gaunt face. It’s too cold for there to be color in his face, kissed by late moonlight instead.

“Yes, like the mother hen I am.”

Suguru has a sleepy, languid smile on his face when he watches you roll your eyes. You’re in the prettiest pajama set- cozy and warm and accentuated, eyes still riddled with sleep, head of hair a little out of place. But the light flooding the kitchen makes your cheeks glow.

“We don’t need a mother hen in the house.”

“Oh, please,” Satoru snorts, waving around a spatula with chunks of gooey batter threatening to splash against the back of the kitchen wall, “‘Toru, please make me some breakfast. Toru, I’ll give you a kiss if you-“

“I didn’t say that.” You bark, brows furrowing. Placing your hands on your hips, you frown.

Satoru beams. “You might as well have- it was with your eyes.”

“My eyes?” There’s a pout on your face when Suguru has the audacity to smile. “They were half closed when I walked into the kitchen this morning-“

“They wouldn’t have been if you drank the tea I made you-“

“I did drink it.”

“Oh?” Satoru’s lips quirk, satisfaction apparent in his shrewd smile. “You’re such a good pet for listening.”

Your cheeks burst into flames, mortification further trailing into the deep lining of your gut when the little, white haired freak has the audacity to coo. Suguru holds a hand up, and both of you quiet. Submission is a small word compared to what authority he can pull from the two of you.

“It’s seven thirty in the morning, Satoru.”

And you smile, looking at the man who might as well have hung the moon and stars and sun himself. Shit, he might as well be the sun. The gravitational pull of the planet of you and Satoru that make it bearable living together.

That shatters briefly when he murmurs slyly to Satoru as he flips a partly burnt pancake, “Give it at least an hour or two before you start making her look like that.”

“Suguru.” You whine and he smiles the type of smile that melts your insides.

Huffing a breath, he tells you about going to get ready, to be good before he leaves the kitchen- abandoning you and Satoru in a vice like silence. There’s a pout on your face, laboriously crawling onto the kitchen counter to swing your sock-covered feet while the devious little shit continues to stack up pancakes as though there were four more of you in the house.

But they have an insatiable appetite, so it's a comment you hold with a bite of your tongue.

[thenerdykneazle]

Amorous Tension

Summary: Poppy is quite sure her best friend has feelings for our favourite heir of Slytherin. MC is quite sure she doesn't, despite abundant evidence to the contrary. When Ominis asks MC to help him study for an upcoming potions exam, she jumps at the chance. TL;DR: Two idiots in love brew amortentia together.

A collab with the lovely @darch7995, who created the audio version of this story. Listen to the first part here and the second here.

Ominis Gaunt x F!MC

Warnings: the mildest of hand kinks, kissing, a surprising amount of schoolwork, stressing about exams, failure to communicate

Word count: 4185

You tapped your quill anxiously on the edge of your parchment, forming an ever-growing blot of ink in the margin. You were re-reading a paragraph in Flesh-Eating Trees of the World on a South American anteater-eating shrub. The words made as little of an impression in your mind as they had the first time.

A hand settled on top of yours, startling you.

“You’re going to put a hole in the table if you keep that up. And I doubt Madam Scribner would be pleased,” Poppy said teasingly.

You sighed, setting down the quill before dropping your head onto the table. “I’m going to fail. I know nothing. Less than nothing, even. Garlick is going to laugh me out of the greenhouse,” you said hopelessly.

Poppy rubbed your back comfortingly. “No, she’s not,” she assured you.

You let out a frustrated groan. “I’m never learning the difference between Jacaranda muscipula and Delonix geogalinivorae. They’re both just bloodthirsty ferns.”

A smooth voice came from behind you. “Jacaranda muscipula is native to South America, and its diet consists largely of deer mice. Delonix geogalinivorae is found in Madagascar and feeds exclusively on tenrecs.”

Your head shot up off the table. “Ominis,” you said in a higher pitch than you’d intended. You twisted in your chair to see your aristocratic classmate standing there looking effortlessly flawless.

“Hello, MC, Poppy,” he said with a pleasant smile. “I take it you’re dreading Garlick’s exam as much as Sebastian is.”

You scrunched your nose. “More, probably,” you said dismally.

“Well, I had come to see if you might be able to help me study for Sharp’s exam on Monday,” he said. “I could help you with herbology after. Of course, I’d be happy to help even if you don’t have time for potions practice.”

You gaped at him. He was asking you for help? Amit and Sebastian both had top grades in potions. You’d taken to it quite well, but the two boys had several more years of experience than you did. Garreth knew every ingredient and recipe inside and out, though he almost never stuck to the instructions – you could see why Ominis wouldn’t have asked him for help.

Your stomach leapt at the idea of spending time at the bench – just you and Ominis, brushing elbows at the cosy workspace. It was always dizzying being in such close proximity – the effect of his expensive cologne, surely.

Poppy would probably argue differently. She’d just been pestering you just that morning about your alleged feelings for the sarcastic Slytherin.

“You’re the biggest flirt I’ve ever met, MC,” Poppy said, rolling her eyes as you walked to the Great Hall.

Garreth had just been talking to you out in the courtyard about needing to acquire Thornback Matriarch venom for a new potion he was working on. You had told him he’d probably be better equipped than you were at charming the ladies into giving him what he wanted.

“I think you’re jealous and just need to ask the Gryffindor out, already,” you argued, shooting her a quelling look. “I was just being funny.”

“Mhmm,” she replied sceptically. “Well, I think it’s funny how I’ve seen you flirt with Garreth, Leander, Sebastian, Amit, and even Imelda, but when a certain serpent with stormy eyes and chiselled cheekbones comes around, you turn into a frightened little puffskein. You go all ruddy-faced and start stammering.”

She was poorly suppressing a smirk as she looked at you.

You scoffed. “I do not stammer!”

“Yeah, and I don’t fancy Garreth,” she replied sarcastically. “Admit it, you’ve got a crush on Ominis.”

“That’s ridiculous,” you asserted, glaring at her.

She raised a hand to her lips to stifle a giggle. “Then why’s your face match Garreth’s luscious locks right now?”

“Oh, shut it!” you said, increasing your pace so that Poppy fell behind.

She just laughed at you. “You’re only proving my point, you know!” she called after you.

Poppy elbowed you sharply between your ribs. You’d gone far too long without replying. “Ow!” you hissed at her.

Ominis had a nervous look on his face. “Sorry?” he asked.

“Oh, no, that wasn’t at you,” you said quickly. “I mean, I’d love to study with you.”

His expression immediately brightened. “Wonderful! When are you free?” he said.

“How about now?” you suggested as you began to pack up your things.

“Oh, I don’t want to interrupt,” Ominis said.

“No, it’s fine,” you insisted. You shot Poppy a reproachful look. “I’m suddenly feeling unsafe here in the library.”

Poppy stuck her tongue out at you. “Yes, I need to go help Professor Howin feed the thestrals, anyway. You two have fun,” she said much too giddily.

You sent her one more glare as you slung your bag over your shoulder. “So, shall we use the Room of Requirement?” you asked Ominis.

“That sounds perfect!” he replied brightly.

You led Ominis out of the library and started the long climb up to the 7th floor of the astronomy tower. You were glad to stretch your legs after sitting in the library for so long.

“I don’t know how you can keep those carnivorous trees straight in your head,” you commented as you strode down a long corridor. “They look exactly the same to me when they’re not in bloom.”

“Do they?” he replied, sounding intrigued.

For a moment, you wanted to sink through the floor. Obviously, the fact that the two trees looked alike was of little consequence to him. “Sorry, I wasn’t even thinking.”

Ominis chuckled. “It’s all right,” he said, clearly amused. “It’s strange to think that they seem so similar to you. They feel quite different. The jacaranda tree has very rough bark, and the geogalinivore has waxy leaves. Plus, it has a sweet smell – sort of like oranges.”

“That’s actually very helpful. Thank you,” you said.

He smiled softly at you. You couldn’t help but notice how one of the beauty marks on his left cheek disappeared into his dimple when he smiled. “I’m glad to be of service,” he replied.

You could feel your face flush, though you had no reason to be blushing. You were relieved when you reached the 7th floor and the door to the Room of Requirement appeared. You cleared your throat. “Right, well, we’re h-here,” you said, cringing at yourself for tripping over the words.

Ominis held the door open for you as you entered the Room of Requirement. “I appreciate you helping me practice. Sharp’s class was hard enough when I knew what I’d be expected to brew. Having to prepare to make any one of four potions has been quite stressful.”

“It is a bit ridiculous,” you agreed as you started pulling ingredients out of your cabinet.

“Honestly! It’s hard enough keeping the ingredients for one potion straight – let alone for the Elixir to Induce Euphoria, Draught of Living Death, Veritaserum, and Amortentia,” he said.

“It is a lot,” you said. “Where should we start?”

“Hm…Well, I don’t think I would be very productive after testing potions for sleep or euphoria. We’d best leave those for later,” he replied. “What do you think? Amortentia or Veritaserum?”

“Amortentia’s easy enough to test. We can tell if it’s right just by how it looks and smells. Let’s start with that,” you suggested.

Ominis smirked. “You just don’t want me getting you to spill all your secrets,” he teased.

You chuckled. “You’re right; I don’t,” you agreed honestly. You weren’t exactly a secretive person ever since you didn’t have to hide your ancient magic anymore. However, the thought of not being ableto hide anything if you wanted to was terrifying.

“Amortentia it is, then!” Ominis said. “It’s the one I’m best at, anyway.”

He lit the flame to heat the cauldron before beginning to grind the moonstone with a mortar and pestle.

“So, what does Amortentia smell like to you?” he asked, chatting as he worked.

“I’m not sure,” you admitted as you leaned a hip against the bench.

“What do you mean you’re not sure? Were you holding your breath when we brewed it last week?” he teased. He cracked two ashwinder eggs into the cauldron before adding the powdered moonstone and stirring it together.

“No! I just…Well, I guess it’s that it doesn’t smell like anything to me,” you admitted.

“You must be joking. Surely you smelled something,” he replied incredulously.

“Just the usual musky dungeon,” you joked. “I thought I’d just brewed it wrong at first, but yours didn’t smell like anything to me, either.”

His brows drew together. “That is curious. I know I made mine right, because it…Well, it worked for me,” he said, his cheeks colouring a bit. “Do you just not find anyone attractive, then?” he added casually as he began cutting the thorns off of some rose stems.

“I don’t know. I mean, I used to think I did, but…now I’m not so sure,” you replied. “I don’t know what could be wrong with me to not smell anything if I did like someone.”

“I’m certain there’s nothing wrong with you, MC,” Ominis replied.

You sighed. “I hope not,” you replied before biting your bottom lip anxiously. “I thought maybe everyone was lying about smelling different things, and it’s really just an odourless potion. But I checked three different texts in the library, and they all said the same thing Professor Sharp did about the smell being unique to what each person finds attractive.”

“It’s definitely not odourless,” Ominis replied with a smirk. He shook his head as if to snap himself out of something before clearing his throat. He turned his attention back to the potion.

He added the thorns to the cauldron before beginning on the petals. You watched his hands as he plucked the petals off the stems, stacked them neatly, and rolled them together before slicing them into thin, even strips. He was quite skilled in his technique. Despite sharing a bench in potions all year, you’d never really noticed how fluidly he worked. There was an almost entrancing nature to the graceful movements.

“So, what does it smell like to you?” you inquired as you forced yourself to stop staring at the veins winding over his wrists and across the backs of his hands out to his slender fingers. You had always thought there was something nice about his hands.

“Oh, there is no way I’m admitting that,” he replied.

“But I told you when you asked,” you argued.

He rolled his eyes at you. “Nothing doesn’t count as an answer.”

“But it’s the truth! I can’t help that I didn’t smell anything,” you argued.

“I’m still not telling,” he insisted. He added the rose petals to the potion. His brow furrowed as his fingers skimmed over the fronts of several bottles. “Which is the pearl dust?”

“Third from the right,” you said before letting out a laugh as a realisation struck you.

“What?” he asked a bit defensively. “Did I grab the wrong one?” He shook the sealed bottle by his ear to listen to its contents shift within.

“No, that’s the pearl dust. I just…” You giggled again, and his scowl deepened. “I just realised that’s the last ingredient and the first thing I’ve helped you with. Seems like you barely need me here.”

He relaxed almost instantly, even laughing a bit himself. “Well, it’s much easier to brew here,” he explained. “I know which ingredients are which when they’re in my own containers – and even most of yours at this point – but almost all of Sharp’s bottles are identical. I have to figure out what’s in each one every time I pick it up. Sometimes it takes four or five tries to find what I’m looking for. It wastes so much time.”

“That sounds extremely frustrating,” you said sympathetically.

“It is,” he lamented as he added a spoonful of pearl dust to the cauldron. He stirred it clockwise three times before lowering the flame. “There! It should just need to simmer for a bit, and then we’ll see how it turned out.”

“I’m sure it’s perfect,” you said as you settled into a high-backed chair, kicking your feet up on the ottoman in front of it.

“I appreciate your confidence in me,” he said. “You know, I was even worse at potions when I was younger. I tried summoning the ingredients to myself in the early years, and it was usually a disaster. In first year, we had to brew a burn salve during our exams, and I simply could not find the dittany, even after sifting through all the ingredients on my bench three times. I gave up and summoned it, and it knocked over all the bottles in front of it on its way to me. They rolled all over the bench, and I had nearly plunged my hand straight into my cauldron trying to put them back in order. During another exam, I tried to summon flobberworm mucus, and all the bottles of the stuff came flying towards me at the same time.” He laughed. “It was all over me, my bench, the floor. Amit nearly slipped in it trying to come over and help. Professor Sharp was livid, but I think he felt too badly for me to give me detention.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, as well. “Oh, I’d have died on the spot!” you said.

“I nearly did. It was utterly horrifying,” he said. “I pretended to be sick for three days after that because I couldn’t stand the thought of facing everyone. I even had Sebastian bring me food so that I didn’t have to go out to the Great Hall. But I’ve learned to bounce back from my Blind Boy Moments quite quickly since.”

“Could Sharp not just label the ingredients for you?” you asked.

Ominis scoffed. “No, he insists that every good potions student should be able to identify the ingredients on their own,” he said, exasperated. “He wouldn’t even let me come in beforehand to label them myself because other students might see them. He also won’t let me use my own containers because it’s all got to be ‘standardised’ so it’s fair.”

“Well, that’s quite the opposite of fair! He’s putting you at a disadvantage,” you said. You could feel yourself getting angry on Ominis’s behalf.

“I am perfectly capable of identifying the ingredients. Just because I can’t see them doesn’t mean I’m incompetent,” he said bitterly.

You were taken aback as his ire turned toward you. “I wasn’t trying to imply that you are, Ominis, I swear!” you said earnestly. “It just seems unreasonable that he won’t accommodate you at all. It’s so frustrating. I have an uncle who’s blind. He wasn’t born that way – he had an accident. And he’s a Muggle. So…it’s a bit different, obviously. But he’s worked in kitchens all his life. When he first went blind, he couldn’t cook anymore. But his boss’s wife, Marjorie, was blind, too. She taught him how to navigate the kitchen again without being able to see. They made adjustments to things so he could keep working there.”

“You have a blind uncle?” he asked, seeming shocked.

“Almost all my life. He married my aunt when I was just a baby,” you explained. “He cooks even better than a house-elf, too! Don’t tell Feenky I said that, though. Or Deek, for that matter.”

“I can’t believe you have a blind uncle,” Ominis said, still stunned.

“Really?” you asked. “Why not?”

He shrugged. “I’ve never met another blind person,” he said.

“Never?” you said, surprised.

“Not once,” he confirmed. “My parents weren’t exactly looking to find me a support group. It’s exceptionally rare in the wizarding world, anyway. So, they sort of just kept me hidden away until school. They hadn’t even expected I’d get a letter even though I clearly had magic. It wasn’t until I figured out how to navigate by wand that they stopped treating me like a doll instead of a child. Even my Aunt Noctua was rather overbearing. No one ever believed I could do something myself until I showed them I could.”

“I can’t imagine how difficult it was going through all of that on your own,” you said.

Ominis gave a haughty huff. “Yes, well, I think I’ve done all right for myself,” he said firmly, crossing his arms protectively over his chest.

“You’ve done more than all right, I’d say,” you argued. “Which reminds me, you still have to tutor me in herbology after this.”

He chuckled. “Don’t worry; I haven’t forgotten,” he said.

“You’d better not have,” you said sternly. Your severe expression didn’t last, though. You couldn’t help but smile around him. “Wait, so, if you didn’t have anyone to help you figure things out, did you invent the spell that lets you read books?”

“Ah, well, I suppose I wasn’t entirely on my own. Sebastian found that spell in an old tome in the library. Some languorous 17th-century scholar grew weary of having to keep his eyes open whilst reading,” he replied. “It worked quite well in my favour.”

“If there’s one thing Sebastian excels at, it’s research,” you replied.

“Yes, and it’s been both a blessing and a curse in my life,” he said irritably.

“I feel the same,” you said wearily.

Ominis spun back toward the potions station. “It smells like the potion’s ready,” he announced.

You got up and walked over to inspect it. “Mother-of-pearl sheen. Perfect spirals of steam. Excellent work, indeed, Ominis.”

He blushed at your praise. “Any essence of musky dungeon emanating from it?” he joked.

You laughed. You leaned over the cauldron and breathed in deeply to play along. “Oh,” you said, caught off guard by the smell. “Yeah, actually. It…” You took in another breath. It was masked beneath the cologne Ominis was wearing, but you could distinctly smell the cool, earthy scent that permeated the lower levels of the castle. “It does.”

“Merlin, MC! You don’t have a crush on Professor Sharp, do you?” he asked, aghast.

“Gods, no!” you replied immediately. “It’s not the dungeons, anyway. It’s different. But…familiar.”

You tried to smell it again, but it was still too hard to tell. You hadn’t realised earlier just how strong Ominis’s cologne was that day. Usually, you found the scent rather pleasant, but, currently, it was making it extremely difficult to smell anything else. You grabbed a phial and poured some of the potion into it. “I can’t tell what it is. I need to smell it in fresh air.”

“Are you trying to tell me that I smell foul?” Ominis demanded as you walked away from him.

“No, not at all,” you said before taking another sniff of the potion. “It’s just that your–”

Your voice died in your throat as two realisations struck you simultaneously. The first was that the earthy scent you had identified was the exact smell of the Undercroft. The second was that you still smelled Ominis’s cologne just as strongly even though you were on the opposite side of the room from him. The phial slipped from your hand and shattered on the wood floor.

“Are you all right?” Ominis asked, rushing over to you in a panic. “Did the potion burn you? I heard glass break. Did you get cut?”

He took both of your hands in his to feel for any injuries. The tips of his fingers brushed gently over your skin, and it sent a shiver up your spine.

“Sorry, no, I’m fine. I just–I hadn’t realised…something,” you said. You heart felt like it was beating out of your chest. Poppy had been right. You did fancy Ominis.

Ominis released one of your hands to raise his to your cheek. “Are you certain that you’re okay, MC?” he asked.

Your skin burned hot under his touch. “Y-yes, of course. I was just surprised when I placed the smell,” you said.

He tilted his head in interest. “Oh? What is it?” he asked.

You bit into your lower lip, keeping yourself silent as you wavered on whether to confess. He did seem to be rather doting at the moment. You wondered if he might return your affections.

“Perhaps I should’ve brewed the Veritaserum first, after all,” Ominis joked. “Maybe then I could finally get you to tell me what you smell.”

You laughed. “That’s not necessary. I just…Well, I’m pretty sure it’s, um…the Undercroft,” you said. Your nerves increased with every word, but you felt a flood of relief after getting them all out.

“Oh,” Ominis said uncomfortably. His whole body went rigid before his hands dropped away from you. “I…I see.”

“Ominis, I…” you started, trying and failing to figure out how to take the words back. You imagined the mortification you were experiencing was similar to how he had felt standing covered in flobberworm mucus in front of his peers.

“Well, I suppose I should still tell you what I smell, since you told me what you do,” he said sombrely. “Though, I can’t imagine it will be all that surprising.” He took a steadying breath. “It smells like old parchment, like those dusty pages Professor Weasley had you collecting last year. And I smell the mallowsweet you always carry around with you. And your shampoo. I always smell it when you hug me or fall asleep with your head on my shoulder.” He cleared his throat. “So…there you have it.”

“Are you upset about this?” you asked, bewildered by his tense reaction.

He forced a laugh. “What? No, of course not!” he insisted, but it wasn’t quite convincing. “I’m happy for you.”

“Happy for me?” you repeated, even more confused.

“Both of you, I mean,” he clarified, giving you a pained smile. “Although I’ve never asked Sebastian about his feelings toward you, with the way he flirts with you, I’m sure he reciprocates.”

“You think I fancy Sebastian?” you asked.

“Well, he’s the one who showed you the Undercroft,” he replied simply.

“Ominis, you’re the one he learned about it from. You’re the one I hang out with there. It’s rosewood and jasmine from your cologne that I smell in that bloody potion!” you said.

His brows knit together in confusion. “I thought you just smelled the Undercroft?” he said.

“Well, that’s what I thought when I was standing next to you – and in class last week,” you said. “You were right there, so I didn’t realise the smell of you was coming from the cauldron instead of…you know…you.”

His features went slack. “Oh…” he said awkwardly.

“Yeah…” you replied similarly.

“I’m a massive idiot,” he said, shaking his head at himself.

You smiled. “Yeah,” you said. “We kind of both are, aren’t we?”

“It would appear so,” he agreed. He laughed as he stepped closer and wrapped his arms around your waist. “Well, this has certainly been an illuminating study session.”

You melted into him instantly. “Indeed, it has.”

“You smell wonderful, you know,” he said as he nuzzled his nose against yours.

You giggled in response. “You smell quite nice, as well,” you replied.

“I taste even better,” he said cheekily.

Your gaze immediately dropped to his lips. “Is that so?” you asked, your voice coming out husky.

“I can prove it if you’d like,” he said. His breath fanned over your lips as he spoke.

“Yes, I think you should,” you replied. “For…educational purposes.”

Ominis’s lips brushed against yours almost tentatively before he leaned in to interlock them. His heat sank into your body as he held you firmly against his chest. You snaked your arms up behind his neck as you kissed him back. Being held by Ominis – and kissed by him – felt right. You wanted to stay wrapped in his arms forever. If you could’ve, you would have fused into him so you never had to be apart again.

You didn’t know how long it was before Ominis broke the kiss, but you knew it was too soon. “I still have to return the favour for you helping me with potions,” he said.

“Yes, right. The herbology,” you replied, still breathless from the kiss. You had forgotten about those bloody shrubs altogether.

“Actually, I was thinking we should work on divination, instead,” he said innocently, but there was a hint of a smirk on his lips.

You arched a brow at him. “Oh?” you asked. “Are you even taking divination?”

“No. I can’t exactly read tea leaves or look in a crystal ball,” he stated. The smirk spread on his lips. “But if I could, I’d see me in your future.”

You laughed. “You’ve been spending too much time with Sebastian,” you chided. “His terrible jokes are rubbing off on you.”

“You’re absolutely right, darling!” he said with a false gravity to the words. “I’d like to fix that as soon as possible by spending more time with you, instead.”

“I’d like that,” you said, unable to stop beaming at him.

“Me, too. Especially if it involves kissing you again,” he said.

You blushed. “I think that could be arranged,” you replied.

[valkyyriia]

Interruptions

Words: 744 CW: Semi-Public Sex, Cunnilingus Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x Female-Bodied Reader Notes: I wrote this fic last year and posted it on Ao3 during the Hogwarts Legacy craze around when the game came out. I just never posted it here.

It's currently on Ao3 here. The work is orphaned for a few reasons I'd rather not explain in a note, but I'd be happy to answer if asked.

I know most of you follow me for otome (specifically Ikeseries) content, so I'll be forgoing my usual taglist.

You were on a desk in a classroom, legs spread wide, underwear around one of your ankles and skirt hitched up to your waist. Ominis was seated between your legs, his face between your thighs, tongue lapping at the wetness between them. One of your hands was threaded through his hair, pushing him closer to your center. 

A barely stifled cry escaped your lips as he licked a long stripe up your folds, paying extra attention to the nub at the top. You could feel a pressure rising in your abdomen with every flick of his tongue.

"Ominis," you moaned. "Fuck, love." 

Vibrations rumbled against your core as Ominis chuckled. He pulled away slightly and smirked, licking his lips. 

"You'd best watch your language, darling, if you want more where that came from." 

You whined at the loss of his touch and tried to urge him to resume, but he seemed perfectly content to wait. He was tantalizingly close to your warm heat; close enough that you could feel his soft breaths ghost over the moistened flesh. It was driving you utterly mad. 

"Tell me you'll behave, love, and I'll give you what you want." He blew a puff of air at your lower lips and the sensation made a shiver run up your spine. 

"I'll behave. I promise," you whined, aching for contact. Ominis waited one more torturous moment before burying his face against your cunt with even more fervor than before. He added his hands to the mix this time, pressing a long finger into your core.

He was eating you out like a man starved, like he hadn't eaten in a week and you were the best meal he could have ever asked for. 

You moved your free hand to your mouth, trying to hold in the obscenities that were fighting to escape your lips. It was torture. Your legs were shaking from the sheer ecstasy he was giving you. 

He added a second finger and curled them just right and you saw stars. You came with a cry, pleasure rolling down your form in waves. Ominis focused his attention on your clit, sending additional shockwaves rolling through you. 

The door opened. 

"Oh, there you guys are. Where have you -" 

Ominis froze. You looked up in shock, still riding out the end of your orgasm, eyes half lidded. 

Sebastian Sallow stood in the now open doorway, eyes wide and trained on the sight before him. He was speechless. He made eye contact with you and blushed a bright red, averting his eyes. 

Ominis, the bastard, gave one final flick against your clit, sending a shudder of overstimulation up your body, before pulling away from you entirely. 

"Did you need something, Sebastian? Or are you just going to continue to stand there and stare like a pervert?" Ominis crossed his arms and stared at the other boy. It was clearly intended to be intimidating, but it was hard to be imposing when his clothes were rumpled, hair in disarray, face shiny with your slick. The other boy got the hint, though.

"It's.. nothing that can't wait. I'll see you later. When you're both... fully dressed." He quickly ran out the door, slamming it behind him. Ominis turned back to you, running a hand through his messy blond hair. Your cheeks were crimson with mortification. 

"At least it was Sebastian," you tried to lighten the mood. "It could have been Garreth."

You reached down and pulled your panties back up, moving to get off the desk. Your legs felt like jelly and you stumbled, Ominis catching you and steadying you. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips, hands holding you upright. Your own came to rest on his chest.

"The entire school would know by breakfast if it were Garreth," Ominis muttered. "But once Sebastian gets over it, you know he's going to be relentless with his teasing." 

Ominis' hands trailed down your form, smoothing down your rumpled skirt. Your own took his tie, straightening it and laying it down flat. Your fingers ran through his hair, trying to smooth it back into place. 

"I hate that we were interrupted, though," you said as you moved to your robes on unsteady legs. "You didn't even get to have your own pleasure." 

"Don't worry about that, darling. There's plenty of time for that later," he murmured against your lips. 

You were sure to make it up to him later that night. 

Taglist: @natimiles

[little-emerald-snake]

Hey there! I was hoping to make a request 👉👈

Maybe smutty 7 minutes in heaven with Ominis? At a party in the common room, perhaps? 🤭

Seven Minutes in Heaven - Ominis Gaunt X F!MC

🔥 NSFW �� MDNI

Sorry for the repost. Forgot to include the ask for this 😩

Warnings: alcohol use, mild dominis, hate sex, unprotected p-in-v

1.3k words

Her eyes met his unseeing ones from across the rug as a quietness settled over the ring of classmates spread across the floor of the common room. Ominis was mid sip, stopping when he’d started hearing the awkward silence and whispers from around the circle. He quickly pulled the cup away from his lips. “Oh you’ve got to be kidding me…the fucking bottle landed on me, didn’t it?”

Sebastian clapped him across the back and the amber liquid in Ominis’ cup sloshed over the edge onto the rug. “You’d be right about that, my friend.” Ominis sighed, setting down his cup, getting to his feet, tugging his wand out to guide himself toward the dark closet they’d designated to shove people into.

She’d also gotten up and quickly trailed behind the blonde and the brunette as laughs and chatter returned among the group. Sebastian chuckled, holding the door open and letting them inside. “Have fun in there, but not too much fun.”

He quickly shut the door, making it effectively dark inside of the small space. It wasn’t too cramped that they were pressed against each other, just enough to give them each a bit of standing room. She swallowed nervously when Ominis dropped his hand, the glow of his wand disappearing.

She knew he’d hated her for everything a few years ago but silence had unfortunately always had a way of making her chatty. “I-I’m sorry…look when I spun I never thought it would land on you.”

She couldn’t hardly see anything but she felt him cross his arms and could practically feel his eyes roll. “Mhm, yea whatever.”

Her shoulders sank and she sighed, turning around to face away in the small space. “I guess I’m a bit surprised to hear you still hate me so much. I suppose I deserve it after all.”

Silence.

She scrubbed a hand over her face and spun around again to speak, only for her wrist to be caught in his hand and pinned against the wall above her head, effectively stunning her silent. “Merlin, you still don’t know when to stop, do you? Can't you just stay quiet for seven fucking minutes?”

She swallowed so audibly it had her wincing in the dark. He chuckled above her. “Oh, I see. Chatty when nervous, silent when embarrassed. How cute. Maybe if I keep you all anxious this won’t be so bad then.”

She gasped as his lips ghosted over her neck, his teeth grazing lightly across her sensitive skin as his tongue darted out to taste her. “I hate how fucking good your skin tastes.”

She blinked, one arm still pinned above her head as his body moved to crowd her against the wall. What he’d said about her being silent had been pretty accurate. She didn’t know what snapped inside of him but this was a side of Ominis she’d never seen.

His tongue trailed over her neck again, bringing a whimper to surface in her throat. He groaned against her skin, choosing then to smash their bodies together and pin her to the wall.

She gasped when she felt something stiff press against her thigh. He groaned, leaning in to catch her lips, licking into her mouth all while grinding his erection against her, urging closer and closer to the space between her legs.

Her brain felt liquidy inside of her as his tongue claimed hers. He swallowed whimpers and moans that she tried to let out. He kissed her possessively, controlling how their tongues clashed and no matter how much she urged for more he kept her in check, pinning her shoulders to the wall.

He pulled away and her eyes opened, trying to focus in the darkness. She heard a zipper and the sound of his belt and heat soaked its way up her body and into her cheeks. “Turn around and fucking lift that skirt up for me.”

She swallowed, obeying quickly. Heat and panic warred in her mind. How much time had they used vs how much did they have left. She didn’t have much time to think before a near scream lurched from her.

His hand covered her mouth in time to keep their actions a secret from those in the common room. He’d pulled her underwear aside and pushed inside of her with nearly no resistance. He was big, yes. But her wetness had made it easy for him.

His hand dropped and she bent herself over a crate in front of her, using her own hands to cover her mouth as his hands moved to grip her hips hard enough she was sure they’d leave a bruise. His hips pulled back and slammed back in with no warning, fully intending to use her roughly.

He leant over her body, fucking into her harshly and drawing small covered cries from her throat. He pushed his mouth against her ear, teasingly licking the shell before grunting. “Bet you fucking charmed that bottle hm? Getting stuck in here with me on purpose. Don’t act like I don’t know how long you’ve wanted this. How badly you wanted me to want you in any capacity.”

Moans spilled from her palms and he snickered, plunging into her carelessly. He was loosely keeping track on time and knew they didn’t have much longer. Maybe only a minute or two left. He had to make this quick. “Put one of those hands between your legs and rub your clit. Be fucking greatful I’m even letting you try to cum.”

She didn’t hesitate, immediately shoving a hand between her stomach and the crate so she could roll small circles around her throbbing clit. Her hips bucked at the pleasure. It was all too much too fast and the idea that they could be caught like this, him fucking her at a punishing pace against a crate, was enough to make her clench and gush around him.

He groaned lowly, reaching up with one hand and pressing her upper back down so that her chest was flat against the crate. He thrusted into her wickedly, focusing on how intense she felt rippling around him. “That’s a good fucking girl. Oh, fuck. Take it.”

His voice was a raspy whisper as his body jerked, stiffening and stilling inside of her as a burst of liquidy warmth filled her. She was panting, reveling in the thrill of what they’d just done. He’d ruined her for anyone else. She knew she’d never experience that level of urgency and intensity from anyone else.

He pulled out, letting her underwear slide back into place. “Don’t you dare take those underwear off tonight. And no baths. You’ll sleep with my cum seeping out of you all night like a good girl.”

She nodded, though even if he wasn’t blind it was still dark, shakily standing back up and trying to right her clothes and fan herself while she listened to him redo his belt. She could feel now there wasn't a chance the group wouldn't know what they’d done, she might as well write guilty across her forehead in ink.

That was, until the glow of his wand appeared and met her skin. A cooling charm took the flushed appearance from her skin and she quickly raked her fingers through her hair to clean it up,straightening her clothes once more for good measure.

Only moments later she gasped with a jump as the door opened and light filled the closet. Sebastian’s goofy smile met her eyes. “Hey! You both survived without killing each other! Congrats!”

Ominis looked just as unaffected as he did before they’d gone in and she hoped that she maintained her grace as they stepped out. She heard Ominis scoff as they sat down back in their spots. “You should all be lucky this game is so anonymous or I’d report whoever fooled around in there. That closet will reek of bad choices for ages.

The group laughed, eyes looking around at possible targets in the group seeing who had a reaction. But when her eyes met Sebastian’s he simply gave her a crooked smile and a short wink that had a flush returning to her cheeks.

[bellysoupset]

Max Meeting The Gang

"A whole weekend?" Max raised his eyebrows, watching the football practice as if he understood a single thing about the game. Next to him, Vince was his perfect opposite, actually enthralled by it all and occasionally cheering.

Vince was wrapped up in a cardigan on top of his sweater and he hadn't shaved in a couple days, so his perpetual five o'clock shadow had leveled up into a full beard. He still looked pale and gaunt from that horrible flu bout, despite more than a week having passed since. Frankly, Max had been surprised when Vince showed up to his classes on Tuesday, instead of taking the day off.

"Yeah, we leave Friday after class and come back Sunday night," Vince answered, waving to his sister as the cheerleaders entered the field, "it'll be fun, Max."

"I don't know, Vince," Max shrugged, rolling his eyes as he saw a bunch of girls look in his direction and start to giggle, "they're your friends, not mine."

"Yeah, that's how you make new friends," Vince reached in and squeezed his nape in affectionate manner, shoving Max slightly, "you know my girlfriend already, that's two."

Max crossed his arms, chewing on his bottom lip, "I guess... I'll think about it."

"Well, don't think too hard, I need to know by Thursday because I'm grocery shopping before heading there," Vin shivered violently, pulling his cardigan tighter around himself and Max eyed him worriedly, but didn't say anything, "if it's anything, I think you'll really like them."

That wasn't what concerned Max. Vince clearly was really really close with his friends, if anything they seemed more like family than just friendship, and Max had a weird fright deep in his guts, like he was just about to meet Vince's parents. Not that it made any sense, he had never been the type to meet the parents of the people he dated, he knew Mr. and Mrs. Monacelli already and, oh yeah, he was not dating Vince.

However the fear was the same, that he was going to meet Vince's friends, they'd decide they hated him, and he'd kiss his friendship with Vin goodbye.

"Get out of your head," Vince jabbed his elbow in Max's tummy, not too hard, "it's going to be fun... I'd like if you came."

And really, did Max ever stand a chance against such words?

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Since Max had a car and Vince was going to go grocery shopping beforehand, they decided to go together. Max wasn't so sure about all of this, he wanted to bolt and his stomach was churning with nerves, but Vince was making a damn good job of making sure he couldn't, like by riding along with him.

"VIN!"

Max looked up in time to see a blur of dark hair and then Wendy was tackling her boyfriend into a hug, kissing his face all over, "oh my god, you look horrible," she whined mid kisses and Vince chuckled, planting her down on the ground.

"Thanks?"

"You look so pale, doesn't he look pale, Max?" Wendy cupped her boyfriend's face, "this is like the third stomach flu you had in six months, I'm putting you in quarantine."

Vince laughed at that, wrapping his arms around Wendy and giving her a hug from behind, pressing a kiss to her temple, "you sound like my mom, honey."

Wendy let out a little scoff at that, but it vanished quickly as her green eyes paused on Max and her pout melted into a smile, "hey, I'm so happy you decided to come," she perked up to give him a hug, leaving him stunned.

Max's whole face was a shade of red, when the front door of the cabin opened and a group of people stepped out. He recognized Vince's friend, Luke, immediately, the one with dark wavy hair and just as tall as Vin was. He was chatting with two other men, who were holding hands and clearly a couple.

"Guys!" Vince called out their attention, "Max, these are Luke, Leo and Jon. Guys, this is Daniels," he introduced them with a smile and Max wanted to shrink in his shoes. He felt clammy and nauseous all of sudden, but forced up a lopsided smile that communicated he wasn't so anxious he could vomit.

The man Vince had pointed out as Jon, raised a hand, all smooth and formal, "nice to meet you, Daniels."

"Just Max," he cleared his throat, shaking Jonah's hand and then Leo perked up to do the same, although he looked much more friendly than his boyfriend.

Luke didn't shake his hand at all, only offered him a tight smile, "hi Max."

"Where's Bell?" Vince asked, frowning and squeezing Max's shoulder, "oh there she is."

Max followed Vince's gaze and then raised his eyebrows as he saw a stunning ginger getting out of the house. She was wearing a black bikini top and jeans shorts, curly hair falling like a mane around her face and Max's jaw all but dropped.

He stepped aside in order not to be stepped on by her, as Bella apparently didn't even register him before tackling Vince with a hug. She squeezed him tightly, murmuring in a strained voice, "I've missed you."

Then her eyes landed on Max and she raised her eyebrows, scrutinizing him, "that's Daniels?"

"In the flesh," he answered before he could think better of it and she seemed momentarily surprised she had asked that out loud and that he had answered. Bella measured him up and down, then smiled.

"I thought you'd be taller."

"Well, this isn't awkward at all," Vince teased, while Wendy wrapped an arm around his waist and laughed, "let's go inside the house."

Max was more than a little dizzy with the amount of information he had to absorb in such a short time. Vince and Wendy shared a room upstairs, as well as Jonah and Leo. Downstairs, Luke and Bella had the third room and Max was delegated to the sofa bed, in the living room — which he didn't mind in the least but still made a big show of complaining about, just because he enjoyed watching Vince fumble over himself in search of a solution.

"You're mean," Leo whispered, leaning in his direction, as Vince continued to try and argue with Jonah and Luke that they should all draw straws.

"I prefer fun," Max retorted, smiling back at the other man, "so how long have you known Vince?"

"Since his first week of college," Leo shrugged, resting his back against the kitchen counter, crossing his arms to his chest, "he came to college already in the team, but I was doing try outs. Adopted me on the spot."

"And here I was feeling special," Max rolled his eyes, "he does that a lot?"

"Adopt strays? Not as much as Luke does," Leo let out an amused huff as his boyfriend told Vince he was not switching room and that was final, "not you though, he hates you."

"Couldn't have guessed," Max snorted, as if he could ignore the way Lucas was all stiff around him or the over the top PDA he was displaying with his wife simply because Max had looked at Bella.

"He's just jealous that Vince likes you," Leo shrugged, patting Max's arm, "it'll wear off by the end of the weekend, Luke can't hold a grudge."

Across the kitchen, Luke said something in a low, snappy voice that caused Jonah's eyebrows to jump and Vince to frown, shutting his mouth in a tight line.

"Maybe we should intervene?"

"Nah, let them hash it out," Bella's said, pushing herself between them and resting her back comfortably against Leo's arm. She was holding a beer and looking Max up and down like he was a zoo animal, "so how long you were in?"

"Jesus, Bell, you can't just ask people that," Leo exclaimed, while Max let out an amused snort. He hadn't ever told Vince that he had done time, so he wondered how she knew this.

"Just two days, protest arrest," Max answered, but never quite started that conversation, since Wendy wrapped a hand around his wrist and tugged at it, all the while saying loudly:

"Enough with the gossiping, we were all gonna go in the lake."

He did not, in fact, want to go in the lake. Ever since the day before his stomach had been a mess, which Max was chalking up to nerves, and he felt weirdly self conscious of stripping before this group, when his belly was sticking out, bloated and crampy.

Still, it was a warm, sunny day out and he had no excuse not to go in. He paced around the shore, as Bella raced Wendy down the pier and they both jumped, followed by Luke and Leo, the blonde spluttering up water and pushing his hair back as he yelled, "c'mon guys! Jon!"

Jonah was all smooth, unlike his friends who still behaved like kids, he took his time to strip and neatly fold his clothes, before walking into the lake instead of jumping from the pier.

"Aren't you gonna get in?" Vince patted Max's shoulder and the man shrugged, feeling horribly out of place.

"I don't know about this whole weekend, man," he started to complain, but Vin cut him off with a dramatic gesture. He always talked with his hands, really not helping the stereotype.

"You haven't been here for an hour," he said with a heavy sigh, kicking off his shoes, "if you still wanna leave by night, I'll drive you back, alright?"

Sounded good enough, even if Max felt a pang of guilt at the idea of Vin wasting another 3 hours of his weekend by driving Max back to Doveport, then back again to the cabin.

"Alright-" he stripped off his shirt, wincing slightly when his stomach let out a nauseated growl and rolled, breakfast sitting like a fucking brick.

Next to him, Vince stripped his shirt and threw it on top of Jonah's carefully folded pile, messing it up and causing the man to shout all the way back from the lake, "VINCE!"

"C'mooon, get in, Vin! Max!" Wendy squealed, drowning Jonah's shout and climbing on his back so she could have some leverage. She was the shortest of the group and while Luke was standing on solid ground, Wendy was panting as she struggled to keep her head afloat.

Max let his eyes wander, roaming over the expanse of Vince's naked back and biting down a dreamy sigh. By now he had seen Vin shirtless - and fully naked, thanks to the recent flu from hell - more than he ever thought he would. Still, the guy was a vision.

He removed his own shirt and grimaced at his stomach, wondering if it was visible to anyone else how upset the organ was, then dumped his wallet and cell on top of his shirt and kicked off his shoes, joining the group.

The water felt extremely cold against his skin and he shivered violently, letting out a string of curses when Vince promptly dunked his head in the water as soon as Max was close enough.

He came up spluttering and cursing, only for Wendy to be smiling at him and shut him up easy like that, "Welcome to the group, Max," she whispered in his ear and Max opened his mouth to reply, only for Bella to dive and tug at his feet, causing him to go underwater once again.

[matchavellichor]

A Midnight Reuniting

dark!Sebastian Sallow x f!MC - NSFW/Angst - 5.5k words - ao3

(part two here)

Tags: !!Non-Con!!, Post-Graduation, Obsession, Possessiveness, Jealousy, Rough Sex, Rough Kissing, Choking, Physical Violence, Mentally Unstable Sebastian, Auror Ominis Gaunt

Summary: Sebastian escapes Azkaban five years following the night you and Ominis turned him in and decides to pay you a much waited visit.

Inspired by this lovely artwork by @diligentcranberry!

Your hands flexed against the ceramic of the mug in your hands, the warmth of the tea seeping into your fingers. You curled your legs up on the couch, listening to the heavy patter of rain against the windowpane, the rolling thunder outside, the soft crackling of the fireplace in front of you. 

Even with the ambient sounds to fill the silence, the cottage still felt too quiet when you were all alone. Left you with an uneasy feeling sinking deep into your gut, prickling goosebumps over your skin. The sensation of being alone, but not really. An uncomfortable kind of isolation.

Normally you would call Ominis over, just to have him sleep in the guest bedroom, just so you wouldn’t have to drive yourself insane in the quiet of the empty cottage. You both took solace in each other after Sebastian’s condemnation, a shoulder to cry on, a comfort in such a cold, lonely world where you felt you had no one else. The nights he could afford to give you he gave away freely, but he had his own responsibilities as an auror to tend to. 

The slam of a window flying open, a gust of wind whistling through the house made your heart jump in your chest, a gasp slipping from your lips. You were too on-edge, too strung-up for your own good. You made your way to the kitchen, quickly latching closed the window, tucking your cardigan around yourself tighter as a response to the cold that had seeped in. 

You stared out at the clearing around your property from the closed window, the tree leaves dancing in the wind and downpour. A crack of lightning illuminated the area briefly, and for a split second you could’ve sworn you noticed a movement in the treeline, just at the edge. You shook away the uneasiness that you felt, the chill that crept up your spine. 

Then suddenly, a knock at the door. Rough pounding. Just as harsh as the conditions outside, a sound that made your blood run cold in your veins. It was too late for any sensible person to be at your door, not when you lived this deep in the woods. Your anxieties eased at the conclusion that it must be Ominis, a sense of comfort and relief washing over you at the thought of the blonde’s presence. 

You unlatched the bolt on the door, swinging it open. The howling wind made you shiver, droplets of rain sprinkling your skin. 

It was not Ominis. 

Someone hovered over you on your doorstep, dark robes, a cloak pulled over their head, the rain beating down on them. They stared down at you, and only when they shifted slightly at the sight of you, only when the warm light seeping from the open door of the cottage caught their features, did you recognize who it was.

Sebastian towered over you, his chestnut hair wet from the rain and clinging to his forehead, to his cheeks, overgrown. Little riverlets of rainwater dripping down the plane of his mandible, the bridge of his nose. Something burned in his eyes as he stared down at you, as if he’d been waiting for this moment for centuries, as if the object of all of his desires was right in front of him, right there for him to take in his hands.

You were frozen in shock, lips parted, half-convinced it was an apparition that stood in front of you. A figment of your imagination, that the loneliness had truly gone and driven you insane.

He spoke your name and his voice was deep and gravely, different from what you’d remembered from Hogwarts. He was different, his features defined and matured, rough stubble scattered over his jaw. You found familiarity in one part of him. His eyes were exactly the same. His eyes were him , unchanged and amber in the orange light of the cottage, soft enough to make you melt. That same hopeless boy in the catacombs, the one that looked up at you with tears in his eyes, pleading with you. Your heart stuttered in your chest, a painful feeling. 

“May I come in?” Sebastian’s voice cut through your silence and you realized you had been staring. Still in awe, unbelieving. Looking at a ghost. 

You don’t know why you immediately stepped aside from the doorway. Why you fell so easily into complacency. Simply watched him as he stepped inside, thick, heavy boots sounding against the hardwood, rain dripping from his coat in quiet little patters against the floor in the silence of the cottage.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, your tongue feeling thick in your mouth as you tried to form the words. Tried to put some sense as to why he was here, actually here , standing stiffly in the middle of your living room. His eyes glanced around the room, assessing, observing. You couldn’t pinpoint what was running through his head, but when his eyes locked with yours again your breath hitched in your throat.

“How…how are you here, Sebastian?” You finally spoke and you despised how frail your voice came out. There was no reason for you to be scared. No reason for you to fear the boy that towered nearly three heads over you, his shoulders having grown broad over the years. No, not a boy. A man. Suddenly you felt uneasy at the realization, staring back at a stranger. 

He broke into a crooked smile. “What’s wrong?” He took a step towards you, heavy boot sounding through the quiet in the room. “Aren’t you happy to see me?” 

“You…you can’t be out yet, you…” You stumbled over your words, your composure slipping away from you like sand slipping through open fingers. He took another step forward and you instinctively took a step back. Jittery, uneasy, like an animal that had been cornered.

“You’re scared of me.” He frowned. 

“I’m not, this is just—”

“You are .” His jaw tensed, frustration flashing through him. “Don’t lie to me. Look at you.” 

Your mouth shut, words caught in your throat. He took another step towards you and you forced yourself not to move, fought against the nagging anxiety in your chest that told you you were in some sort of danger. 

He stood so close you could smell him, earth and cedarwood, rugged and outdoors. He raised his hand and when you flinched he stilled it, hovering it just over your skin. “Do you really think I would hurt you? ” He whispered, a tilt of his head. Concerned. Pained. 

You shook your head, only half-believing it yourself. He finally brought his hand down to touch you, a feather-light caress across your cheekbone, eyes tracing over your face, studying you. Observing how much you’d changed, how much you’d stayed the same. His eyes dipped lower, lingering at your lips before they combed over your body, and you felt like prey trapped under the heat of his gaze, sharp and consuming. 

You shrank away from him and he dropped his hand to his side. Restraining himself. Fists clenching until his knuckles bled white.

“How are you out, Sebastian?” You repeated the question, poorly-masked anxiety dripping off your words. You couldn’t shake off the feeling that he had done something terrible. The stench of dark magic dripped off him like the rainwater trickling off his coat, a coldness in his eyes that made ice water run through your veins, settled a boulder of dread in the pit of your stomach. Heavy, unmoving.

“I did what I had to.” Was all he answered. Vague. Concerning. He took one of your hands in his, stared down at it, calloused thumb tracing over your knuckles. Appreciating a softness he had grown to almost forget the feeling of following so many years in a lonely cell. “I did what I needed to get back to you.”

“You can’t be here…” You pulled your hand away from his. A sharp exhale through his nose at your animosity. Trying to subside his obvious vexation.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?” He whispered, and you tried to shrink into yourself even further. The slightest tremble in your hands that you prayed he wouldn’t notice, trying your hardest to pass off as calm and collected.

“Five years.” He answered. “ Five years I rotted in that prison.” His hand came up again, tucking a curl behind your ear, gentle fingertips running over your shoulder, down your arms. A contrast to the severity of his voice, the bitterness behind it, the masked fury , hidden behind placating touches.

“I’m sorry, Sebastian.” Guilt riddled your words, voice wobbly, a sting in the back of your eyelids as you staved off tears

“Are you?” 

You nodded and wanted to sink into the floor at the feeling of a tear gliding down your cheek, wetness blurring your vision. 

“Hey, hey, hey,” He shushed, bringing a thumb up to brush away the wet track. “It’s okay, what did I say?” He soothed, stroking softly. Comforting. “I wouldn’t ever hurt you.”

You weren't sure why you cried. You missed him. Woke up in cold sweats, your dreams filled with him. Oftentimes your nightmares. The image of him being taken away that day, knowing you and Ominis were the ones that turned him in. Yet this Sebastian was unrecognizable. Something cold in his gaze, something inherently sinister. A darkness clouding those same amber eyes, marring the memory of the boy you knew so well. 

“I wanted to.” He admitted with a sigh, thumb still brushing with the softest of touches against your cheek. “For the longest time, I wanted to really hurt you.” His hand against your cheek tightened, gripping your jaw roughly, pulling you towards him. You whimper at the harshness, at his fingers digging into your cheeks.

“Not anymore.” He smiles softly at you, faux-sweetness in his lips that hover inches from yours. “I’m not angry anymore. I forgive you.” He says through gritted teeth that tells you he’s anything but forgiving. 

“What is it you want?” You choke out, a thickness in your voice. 

He leans in, and you whimper when he noses your cheek, slow, soft, a sharp inhale when he gets to the crook of your neck, hungry . You want to squirm, want to pull away, but two large, firm hands on your shoulders keep you in place. 

“You.” 

“You…you can’t have me…”

He pulls away, eyes burning into yours. Frustration burns through them and you can feel the lightest sheen of sweat form on the back of your neck from the heat of gaze. His jaw clenches, unclenches. Grief-stricken. Rejected. Angry .

“What? You don’t love me anymore?” He muttered, low and bitter in his chest. “I came here for you. I escaped for you. I forgave you.”

“They’ll— they’ll find you again. You can’t stay here, Sebastian, please.” You pleaded. “Leave. Turn yourself back in, you— you can get a limited sentence for escaping if you—”

“I’m not going back there.” He spat through gritted teeth, hand dipped into the pocket of his coat, tightening around something. “Do you know how long I’ve waited just to touch you again?” He tilted your chin up with his other hand. “This is how you treat me when I finally have you?” 

You squeeze your eyes tight, trying to will away the tears dampening your eyelashes. “I…missed you.” You admitted. “But this…you have to leave. You had to have known this is what I would say, you’re a fugitive —”

Sharp wood digs into your skin just under your chin and you open your eyes to a fire burning in his glare, the hazel in his irises morphed into a molten red. His wand pressed just under your jaw. Cruel, maddened. 

“I’m not leaving.” He digs the wood harsher into your skin, forcing your chin up with a wince. “I love you . Don’t you understand that? Do you have any idea what I’d do for you? What I have done for you, to get here? Why…why are you treating me like this?” His anger falters with the last question. Pained. Betrayed. The same pleading boy from five years ago.

“I love you, Sebastian.” You admitted in a whisper, forcing yourself to meet his eyes. “But you’re scaring me. I don’t…recognize you.”

“I’m scaring you?” He let out a wry chuckle, the tip of his wand tracing along your cheekbone, slow, steady. “Oh, my…I could do so much worse.”

“Please,” You flinched. “You’re…you’re not well.”

“You’re right, I’m not.” He stilled, his wand falling to his side, tucking it back into his pocket. He raises a hand, fingertips trailing down the column of your throat, lingering over your collarbone. He pauses at the lace hem of your camisole, a low cute grunted from his throat. His fingers toy with the fabric as he examines you. “I will be once I have you.” Your chest rises and falls with unsteady breaths under his hand, where his gaze is glued to your body. 

“Ominis will be here soon,” You say, a whisper. A lie. Praying the desperation isn’t obvious in your tone of voice. “You need to leave before…before he gets here.” 

His hand stills, fingertips pausing just on the side of your neck. His jaw clenches, unclenches and when his eyes finally flit back up to meet yours, you realize you’ve made a mistake. 

“Is that why then?” He tilts his head, voice low and calm despite the rage burning behind his eyes. “Is that why you’re treating me like this?”

You shake your head, desperate to calm him. Your hands raising to his chest in a placating gesture, mouth opening to reassure him—

His fingers wrap around your throat, teeth gritted. “ It is. ” His grip tightens. “You’re fucking him.” Your hand comes up to grip his forearm, shaking your head, tears stinging in the corners of your eyes as your fingernails dig into his skin. “This is where you live together, hm? Play husband and wife? Is that it?” There’s a disgust to his voice, a bitterness. As if he’s looking at something that’s been cruelly robbed of him.

He backs you up until you’re pinned against the back of the couch, hips pressed against yours. “Is this where he takes you?” He whispers, breath hot against your neck. “Where you say his name instead of mine?” 

You shake your head, words caught in your throat, denial spilling frantically in the form of tears running down your cheeks in hot, stinging streams. “I’ve— no , we don’t—”

“No?” He taunts. “Should we ask Ominis then, when he gets here?” He tilts his head, repulsion curled in his lip. “We can have a little reunion, what do you think?”

“He…he’s not coming.” You sniffle, head dizzy from where he’s been cutting off blood flow around your neck. “I lied.”

He glares at you, nostrils flaring, contemplative for a split second . You can’t bear the way he looks at you, the betrayal in his eyes. You look away. “It’s not—not like that, we’re friends , we never—”

He tilts your chin up to face him, doesn’t allow you to look away. “Swear it.” He hisses. “Look me in the eyes and swear it.” 

You force yourself to obey, his grip on your neck only tightening. “I swear. Please.” You choke out, strained.

He releases you and you break into coughs, hands coming up to soothe your throat. He tugs you into his chest, arms wrapping around you, a hand petting the back of your head, comforting, apologetic. “You’re mine, aren’t you? Only mine?” He whispers, voice pacified, a vulnerability behind it. Begging you to say yes.

You don’t know why you nod against his chest, but you do. He breathes, relieved. Large, calloused hands turned soft against your back, running gently up and down your spine. A stark contrast to how harsh he was before. Cruel. The man before you is dangerous, you realize. And you let him into your home without an ounce of protest.

His demeanor changes from night to day, morphing into doting, caressing touches. A kiss to the top of your head, his voice saccharine and affectionate against your hair. “It’s late, darling. Why don’t we settle down? We’ve had a long night.” He suggests softly, though you can tell you don’t have much room to resist.

You nod again. You curse yourself for having turned so complacent. For having given in. He tugs his coat off, draping it over the back of a chair. A hand to the small of your back urges you down the hallway, towards your bedroom. You don’t protest, even if you should. Even if this isn’t normal. Somehow it feels natural. 

He follows beside you, heavy boots sounding against the hardwood in the corridor, stoic, quiet. The door closes and he takes a moment to look around. Looks at your bed, sees only one side of the queen-sized bed is ruffled. Slept in. He smiles softly, satisfied, turning towards you. 

A hand to your chin. “My angel,” He sighs. “You must get so lonely in this house all alone.” You don’t know why you nod again. It’s true, though you’re ashamed of admitting it so freely to him. “Poor thing,” He coos. “I’m here now. I’ll always be here. Understand? I’m never leaving you again.”

A mix of comfort and fear follows through with his words. You believe him. He doesn’t plan on letting you go and there’s a part to that knowledge that’s equally as soothing as it is terrifying. You missed him. Even if he’s a murderer. Even if there’s something in him now that you can pinpoint as inherently dark. Corrupted. 

Soft, feather-light fingertips hook into the collar of your cardigan from behind you, slipping it down your shoulders. You shiver from the cold air and he runs his hands down your arms, soothing, warming. You don’t flinch, don’t pull away. You allow yourself to enjoy it, even if it’s wrong. You missed him.

“Let’s get into bed, love.” He urges, soft, though clearly an order. As if it’s normal, routine. As if it’s not your bed, but his as well. It’s concerning how quickly he falls into fantasy, but you already knew he wasn’t well. Azkaban did something to his mind. Maybe you’re not well either because you obey him. You climb into your spot, slipping under the covers. 

He watches you the entire time he divests himself of his layers. Careful fingers unlacing his boots, setting them down in a corner of the room as if that’s where their place for them has always been. He slips off his outer robes, takes off his belt, the metal clinking in the silence. You just watch, curious, fixated. 

He doesn’t take off his linen undershirt, nor his trousers. He slips into bed beside you and pulls you into his chest, calloused hands running up and down your arms, tracing patterns on your shoulders.

You haven’t been held like this in years. It wrecks you. 

“It’s okay, I know, sweetheart,” He hushes you when he hears the first sniffles, feels the tears dampening his shirt. “I missed you too.” He lets you sob and you don’t know if it’s relief or fear behind your tears. You aren’t sure if you’re terrified or comforted by the figure wrapped around you. Is it possible to be both? 

He cups your cheeks, makes you look up at him. He stares at you, thumbs brushing away the wet tracks on your skin. “You’re so beautiful,” His voice is hoarse. 

When he leans in you don’t pull away. You don’t have the willpower to, even if there’s a little voice screaming inside your head that this is wrong. That there’s something wrong with him. His lips capture yours, soft, sensual. Not rushed or hungry or desperate. Appreciative. He tastes salt on your lips from your tears, but he doesn’t mind. He pulls you in closer, euphoric. 

“Missed you,” He whispers against your lips. “Gods, I missed you.” He’s collecting you in his arms, pulling you even closer to him. As if he’s terrified you’ll decide to pull away, as if it would break him if you did. You can’t pull away though, you’re his.

You’re limp against him, limbs loose and syrupy, your head dizzy with the way he kisses you. The way it turns your thoughts into incoherent mush, steals the air out of your lungs. Everything is so confusing. You shouldn’t want him. You shouldn’t feel so comforted by him, feel so relieved. But he holds you like you’re made of glass, dips you back against the bed and kisses you like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

“My pretty girl,” He marvels at you, places kisses to your forehead in adoration. His words so sweet that it almost makes you forget how dangerous he truly is, how easily he could hurt you. He plants tender kisses on each of your cheeks, not minding the dampness, not minding your soft, hiccuping breaths. How tense you are against him.

“I’ve waited so long to have you again,” He murmurs, open-mouthed kisses on your jaw, down your neck. “So, so long.” His hold turns firmer, forcing you to still when you squirm against the contact. “It was torture not being able to touch you like this. Smell you. Taste you.” He licks a stripe of skin along your throat and you gasp at the sensation, fingers curling into his shirt. He groans. “Fucking delicious.” 

“W-wait, please—” 

“I’m tired of waiting,” He’s peppering kisses along your collarbone, reveling in just how soft you are. A softness he hasn’t known in years, stuck in a cold, dark cell. The smell of lavender on your skin sends him over the edge, so clean and sweet, everything he’s dreamed about sinking his teeth into for the longest time. 

He nips under your jaw and you gasp. Your fingers are fisting the fabric of his shirt, weak hands pushing against his chest but he’s so much stronger than you now. Larger. He collects your wrists in one hand, holds them pressed into the pillow above your head, continues to worship your skin with his mouth. 

He ignores your whines. Ignores your breathy little pleas underneath him, ignores the way you struggle against his grip around your wrists. He’s too consumed by how perfect you feel, too consumed by his desire to make you his. Truly his. Consummate his possession over you. 

“Sebastian, please don’t—we can’t—”

“We can and we will .” He pulls away to look at you, lets you see the finality in his gaze, in his voice. “You can resist and pretend you don’t want this,” He noses your cheek. “But I will have you. I will make you mine. I’ve been deprived of this for far too long.”

His free hand is hiking up your skirt even as you writhe and struggle underneath him, even as you plead with him not to touch you. “Fuck ,” He groans as soon as he feels the wetness soaking through your knickers, his fingertips rubbing through the cotton. “Making such a mess. It’s alright if you have to tell yourself you aren’t enjoying this. I’ll have you either way.” 

You shake your head, in denial of the heat that his words send through you. The growing slickness between your thighs the more he rubs tight little circles with his fingers against your core, the more he presses wet kisses to your throat, bites marks into your neck and soothes them with his tongue.

A moan escapes your throat, soft and barely audible, but you’re mortified. Cheeks flushed red, still begging him to stop. He doesn’t stop. Your noises only encourage him. He trails down your body, bringing your wrists with him, pinning them to your stomach. 

You try to shut your legs but he pries them open, one thigh pinned to the mattress and swinging the other one over his shoulder. You feel his hot breath against your clothed center and you squirm. He doesn’t pay attention to any of the pleas escaping your lips, the way you shy away from him, exposed, embarrassed. He rubs his nose against your mound, inhales. He groans, hungry, like he wants to devour you. 

His tongue dips out, tasting you through the fabric. The cotton is already damp, but he wets it even more with his saliva with thorough, broad strokes. He tears the flimsy material apart with one hand, his desire aching, ten pounds of impatience in a five pound bag.

His tongue is lapping at your bare mound in the next second, vibrations from his groans sending electricity coursing through all of your nerve-endings. “Heavenly,” He murmurs against your skin, his lips wrapping around your clit and your willpower to resist wanes.

Your brain is fuzzy, your head falling back against the pillow, your lips parted in silent moans. Quiet, staccato little breaths of pleasure. Barely audible, but he picks up on every one, memorizes your reactions. When he notices your wrists go limp in his hands he lets go, tucking his arm under your thigh and pulling you closer to him, burying his face in your cunt. 

It’s obvious he’s not trying to bring you to an orgasm, even if you feel the coil of tension wind tighter and tighter in your stomach, feel it building inside you. He’s doing this for his pleasure, satiating his own desire. He laps at you like a man starved until your thighs are trembling on either side of his head, until your hands are tangling in his hair. 

Only then does he pull away, leaves you wanting more, your cunt aching. He climbs back over your body and you can see his chin glistening with the evidence of your arousal, his lips swollen and red, his hair mussed from where you pulled on it. He looks at your half-lidded eyes, the hairs sticking to your sweat-damp forehead, your pretty lips parted for him and he melts. 

You moan into his mouth when he kisses you, tasting yourself on his tongue. You can feel him pressing against you through his trousers, thick and throbbing against your core. He ruts against you while he kisses you, his fingers tangling in your hair, groaning into your mouth. He kisses you sloppily, leaves you spit-sticky, your lips swollen and bruised. Makes you want more , even when you’re trying desperately to convince yourself you want him to stop.

He’s so different from what you remembered. This kiss is different. A stark contrast to the syrupy-soft caresses he’d shower you in during your time at Hogwarts together, always handling you with the softest of touches, inexperienced hands fumbling over uniform buttons, holding each other in empty courtyards on Sunday afternoons, whispering sweet-nothings and promises into each other’s ears.

This is different. This kiss is bittersweet. Depraved. Starved. Like he’s been cruelly deprived of something that was rightfully his for so long, like he’s angry about it. This kiss is vengeance and relief wrapped up into one, exemplified in the way he bites down on your bottom lip until he draws blood and immediately soothes it with a swipe of tongue, swallows the taste of metal in his mouth with pleasure. 

He unsheathes himself from his trousers, doesn’t bother taking off any of his clothing, nor any of yours. Even when you’re trembling beneath him, blunt fingernails digging into his arms, pushing him away, he isn’t fazed. He isn’t gentle when he sinks into you. He doesn’t let you adjust, doesn’t wait for you to accommodate his size.

“Oh, fuck,” He moans, deep and guttural from his throat, head falling down against your shoulder when he eases his hips back and slams back into you again. A whine torn from your throat, breathy gasps. “So fucking tight...warm, mmmhg, gods yes .” 

He doesn’t try to be quiet. He fills your ears with his moans, whispers filth with his lips pressed against your hairline. Leaves wet kisses along your jaw as he pounds into you, stretching you out around him. He’s so much bigger than you remembered, thicker. A slight sting where he slides in and out, making you feel too full, too stuffed. You wince against his mouth and he hushes you, soothing hands petting your hair. 

“It’s okay, I know, princess,” He pants, hot and heavy against your lips. “You can take it, I know you can.” He curses under his breath, bottoming out inside of you. “Fuck, my perfect girl.”

You don’t want to like it. Don’t want the pain to slowly morph into pleasure, don’t want to acclimate to the feeling of him thrusting so roughly inside of you. But he’s relentless, fucking up into that one spot inside of you, over and over and over again until your toes are curling by his hips and he’s forcing the most depraved noises out of your mouth. 

“Feels good, does it?” He murmurs, the slightest hint of taunting in his voice that makes you clench around him, that worsens the heat pooling deep in your stomach. “You like when I treat you like this, don’t you? When I pin you down and fuck you into the mattress?” His tone was rough and gravelly in your ear. “Fuck , you feel so good. My perfect angel. Waited— mmnh waited so long.”

He could feel you tightening around him, your nails raking over the exposed skin of his forearms, not minding if he bled. The sting was delicious, the sounds you made as he pushed you to your peak, how desperately you tried to stave off your orgasm. Tried to pretend you weren’t enjoying it.

“Shhh, shh, it’s okay.” He hushed. “Let go for me, darling, it’s alright.” He dipped a hand between where your hips were joined, finding your clit and rubbing tight little circles while he continued to rut into that spot that made you see stars. “That’s it, there you go,” He cooed, satisfaction in his voice as he watched your eyes roll to the back of your head, pushing you over the edge. “Cum on my cock, —that’s my good girl, yes.” 

Your orgasm left you a mess, shuddering beneath him, his name falling from your mouth, pathetic and needy. He kissed you through the aftershocks, a soothing hand smoothing back the hair clinging to your sweat-damp cheeks, hushing your stuttering breaths, capturing your quivering bottom lip between his. You were wrecked, trembling from euphoria mixed with shame, and he utterly adored seeing you like this. Your eyelashes damp with tears, squirming against him from the oversensitivity.

He spilled inside you with a groan, an almost pained sound, his fingers digging into your hips until you were sure they left bruises. Maybe it was the endorphins from your climax, but you couldn’t help but smile back, soft and pleasure-drunk, when he let out a breathless, satisfied laugh against your lips. When he peppered you with kisses all over your face, told you how much he had missed you, praised you for being so good for him.

He was almost Sebastian again in that moment. Almost the same boy you had fallen in love with fifth-year. Before the catacombs, before he lost himself in the magic he was delving into. Still, deep in your chest, this nauseous feeling in your stomach reminded you he wasn’t well. Behind the smell of cedarwood and rain on his clothes, there was the stench of something darker. The smell of his sins clung to him when he wrapped himself around you, but you were too afraid to ask him what he’d done to get out. What he’d done to find you. 

He tucked you into his chest, your back pressed to him, a heavy arm draped over your waist keeping you pressed flush against him, as if any amount of personal space after all this time would be excruciating. He wanted to sink into you, mold himself into your bones, soul-bond himself for all of eternity. Anything to assure himself that you’d never slip from his grasp again.

“We’ll leave in the morning.” He whispered in the silence, just before sleep overtook you. A tender kiss to your shoulder, a satisfied sigh when you didn’t protest. You simply nodded, your brain too fuzzy to even ask, to where? Though you were sure he had already planned this out. He’d had five years to plan this out. You swallowed the lump in your throat, ignored the pit of dread that had settled deep in your stomach since the moment you caught sight of him on your doorstep.

You gave in. Because you were certain that even if you didn’t, he was more than prepared for your unwillingness. More than prepared to make you love him, if he so had to.

Sebastian was able to fall asleep calmly for the first night in years. The soft sound of your breathing, your warm body collected in his arms, your little fingers interlaced in his. Finally, he thought, and vowed to himself in that moment that it would be the last time he would know the torture of not having you ever again.

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Regulus carefully steps his way across the lawn. Over the years, with the lack of maintenance, Riddle House has fallen into a state of disrepair. The weather and the elements have eaten away at the window shutters. Loose, broken tiles, which have fallen from the roof, have been stacked neatly along the outside of the house. Ivy continues to grow unchecked up all facades, threatening to swallow the manor house entirely. There’s something unnerving about the stark contrast between how well-kept the grounds are compared to how dilapidated the house is.

‘The groundskeeper still lives here,’ Evan explains, casting his torch light low so they can creep up the drive and towards the front door. ‘But he never goes inside, so we should be fine.’

The front door opens easily and Evan leads them inside. The entrance hall is grand, though it is blanketed in dust and spiderwebs, which trail upwards to the rusted, dirty chandelier.

‘Apparently,’ explains Evan, shining his torch around the room, ‘Lord Riddle’s son ran away with some local girl, Merope Gaunt, but then had an affair and abandoned her while she was with child. So her brother came to the manor in the dead of the night and butchered the entire family for the offence. Right carved them up. They say the house is haunted. Violent, sudden deaths normally lead to hauntings.’

‘And we’re here because you’re hoping to find the dead bodies?’ Barty asks sceptically. ‘I hate to break it to you, but we’re not going to be smuggling dead bodies out in your backpack.’

Regulus rolls his eyes, trailing after Evan who takes them through what looks like a sitting room. The wallpaper is peeling. There’s graffiti on the walls. Piles of books scattered on the floor. They’re here twenty, maybe thirty years too late if Evan’s looking for fun artefacts.

‘No one’s smuggling any dead bodies out,’ Regulus snaps. ‘They were cleaned up by the police, dumbass. Do you really think they just left them laying about?’

‘Not dead bodies,’ Evan says with a shrug, peering at a photo frame that lays on the rug in the middle of the room. The glass is shattered and the picture is so faded and dusty that Regulus can’t make who is in it. ‘Maybe ghosts. I wouldn’t mind seeing a ghost. For, you know, educational purposes..’

‘Evan’s talking about ghosts!’ Barty frowns and asks, sulkily, ‘Why am I a dumbass, but Evan isn’t?’

‘Because he loves me more,’ Evan snickers. He leads them through a winding pathway of abandoned rooms, evidently searching for something.

‘He does not! Tell him, Reg.’ Barty must pull a face behind Regulus, because Evan cackles again. ‘Yeah, well, Reg has sex with me, so obviously he loves me most.’

‘That’s your determinant for love? Who Regulus has sex with?’ Evan turns around slightly to give Barty a pitying look. And then, a little more playfully menacing, ‘Hey, Reg, how would you fancy a quick shag in a haunted house? We can traumatise the ghosts.’

‘Absolutely not!’ Barty throws his arms around Regulus from behind, pulling Regulus backwards into a fierce, possessive embrace. He rests a cheek against the top of Regulus’s head, using his free hand to flip Evan off. ‘Mine, bitch.’

Barty tugs Regulus back even more, pivots slightly so he can kiss Regulus. It’s a firm, aggressive kiss that’s a little bit teeth. Regulus does have half a mind to struggle and pull away just to see how Barty will react. Because Evan, Regulus knows, is baiting Barty for the fun of it, and Barty will never not get territorial where Regulus is involved. There’s something so very endearing about it that Regulus can’t help but humour Barty.

‘And for the record, Barty,’ Evan says, scoffing and walking off, ‘I will not be standing guard while you and Reg shag for revenge in Lady Riddle’s bedroom, or whatever idea you’re currently entertaining.’

‘Aw.’ Barty pouts a little, looking down at Regulus pitifully. ‘You wouldn’t, would you?’ he asks, because Barty is your proverbial only child who has never learnt to share.

‘I’m not having sex with either of you in a haunted house,’ Regulus retorts, following Evan to what he presumes will be the drawing room where the Riddles were ‘carved up’. ‘It’s disgusting in here. We’d be liable to catch a disease.’

They come to a stop, approaching the drawing room, when there’s a thunk in the distance. It’s a slightly metallic sound, like someone whacking the ground with something heavy.

thunk. thunk.

Evan, the absolute freak, looks excited, whirling around towards the direction of the sound.

‘Groundskeeper?’ Regulus mouths silently as Barty sidles up beside him so he can drape an arm around his shoulders. In what Regulus assumes Barty thinks is a ‘protective’ sort of way.

Evan shrugs. Shining his torch ahead of him, he takes a few steps forwards. Because obviously he has never seen a horror movie in his life: you never follow the sound, you never seek it out.

[lumaconstante]

'The Softest Touch' [ Ominis Gaunt x Muggle!Reader]

Background: After years of suffering and repression under his family’s rigid expectations, Ominis finds love and acceptance in the arms of a young Muggle woman who makes Jason feel truly free. They have shared moments of tenderness and emotional intimacy, but tonight, after a small wedding ceremony and in their modest home away from the Gaunt family’s control, they allow themselves to explore a deeper love.

Warnings: Fluffy; hint of intimacy

The fire in the grate cast soft shadows across the stone walls of the small cottage. The night was quiet, the occasional sound of the wind picking up outside drowned out by the chirping of the chas. Ominis sat on the couch with her beside him, their fingers intertwined in a gesture of silent comfort.

He turned his face toward hers, his dull eyes seeming even softer in the warm light.

“You’re so quiet,” he murmured, his voice low and hesitant.

“I was just thinking,” she replied, her fingers tracing small circles in the palm of his hand. "Thinking about how you make me feel... safe." Her words made Ominis's heart leap. Security was something he had always wanted to give her, especially since he knew what it was like to live without it. "You gave it to me. More than I could ever imagine," he said softly, his fingers coming up to touch her face. He was always so gentle, exploring her like this, learning every curve and contour of her features. She smiled against his palm, leaning in to place a soft kiss. The gesture, so simple, seemed to carry the weight of his love. The room fell silent again, but this time there was nothing uncomfortable. It was a stillness fraught with anticipation, something they both felt but didn't know how to express. She was the one who moved first, leaning into him. Her lips met his in a slow kiss, like many they had shared before, but there was something more there—a depth and vulnerability that made his heart beat faster. "I trust you," she whispered against his lips. Her words struck him like a spell. He stopped, cupping her face in his hands. “You know I would never do anything to hurt you, right?” She nodded, even though she knew he couldn’t see it. “I know.” He wasn’t the impulsive type. Every movement, every touch, was measured, careful. Omnis was extremely self-aware, aware of his condition, his limitations, but in that moment, all of that seemed to disappear. He gently guided her until they were both lying side by side on the man-made rug in front of the fireplace. The heat of the flames seemed pale in comparison to the feel of her touch against his skin. “If you ever want to stop…” He began, but she cut him off with a kiss, silently reaffirming her trust in him. Everything about him was referential—as if he were worshiping something sacred. His hands explored carefully, learning more about her than her eyes could ever reveal. And she, in return, touched him as if he were a sculpted work of art. Both lovers kissed and caressed each other as their bodies rolled on the carpet, each unwrapping the other's body like a gift.

The moment was marked by soft laughter, sighs, and a connection that transcended words. For Ominis, it was not just a physical act; it was an affirmation that he could love and be loved, despite everything his family tried to teach him about hatred and the separation between worlds.

When the newlyweds' bodies finally stopped dancing to the rhythm of the burning love they both felt for each other, they lay still, contemplating the silence with panting breaths. Their bodies intertwined and the heat of the fireplace beginning to fade, Ominis held her close, his lips pressed gently against the top of her head.

"I never thought something like this was possible for someone like me," he confessed, his voice low and thick with emotion.

"Something like this?" She asked, tracing lazy lines on his chest.

"To be loved... The way you love me." She lifted her head to look at him, her eyes full of tenderness. "You deserve this and much more, Ominis. You always have." He didn't answer, but the smile that appeared on his lips was answer enough. That night, while the world outside continued to be full of prejudice and uncertainty, the two newlyweds found a piece of peace in the warmth of each other.

[calypsocolada]

ONE LAST TALK | s. geto

synopsis: you see geto sitting alone and decide to talk to him. authors note: not really sure what this is lol cw: light teasing, friend!geto, small bit of reader x nanami, kissing wc: 1.3k

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It wasn’t love. It was far from it. It wasn’t like either because from your point of view it felt more invitable than anything. Like this moment was precisely where you’d end up. Sitting next to a gaunt looking Geto. His freshly washed hair hanging over his sunken eyes, dark circles, darker than you’d ever seen. His light was gone and it only took a year to extinguish. You were leaving for a mission with Haibara when you spotted him. He was sitting on a bench, the windows behind him being beaten with rain. He had his head leaned back against the window, long limbs splayed out. There was an aura about him that made you stop. You looked at him for a moment and just knew you needed to talk to him before leaving but you weren’t sure why. You dropped your bag and he lifted his head and peeked an eye at you. You gave him a smile and walked to sit next to him. He made room for you, and you sat down beside him. It was quiet for a moment. Just the sound of the rain.

“You leaving soon?” Geto asked, he sounded different, as though he was just a husk of a person. 

“Uh huh.” You hummed. “Haibara couldn’t be more excited, he kept me up all night talking about this mission.” 

“First mission?” Geto asks and you nod your head, laughing softly. You lean back against the window, tilting your head to look at Geto’s side profile. You didn’t have the vocabulary to explain just how he looked, the only word that came to mind was drained, as though a curse was on his shoulder sucking the color from him. 

“How’re you?” You ask. Geto blinks a few times, swallows dryly then shrugs his shoulders. 

“Running empty.” He says, his voice raw. You face straight. You and Geto weren’t super close, he was always around that white haired freak and you tended to stay away from Gojo. You were a quiet type and liked that kind of company. Though Gojo didn’t care, he still liked finding and annoying you. 

“It does seem to be rinse and repeat lately.” You agree and Geto nods his head. Lately you noticed Geto getting thinner, not hanging out much with Gojo or Shoko, he stayed by himself mostly. 

“Promise you and Haibara will be careful?” Geto asks, finally turning to face you. 

“Nanami’s tagging along too so it’ll be fine.” You say, your cheeks pinking at the thought. You had a crush on Nanami, it’d been almost two years. Geto, with his perceptive eyes, devoured your expression and smiled slightly. “What’s with that look?” You ask and he chuckles softly. 

“Nothing.” He says and you let it go. 

“You could come with us if you want,” You start. “After the mission we're just gonna relax at the beach.” Geto faces straight again. 

“Gojo wants to train this weekend.” He says but he doesn’t sound happy about it.

“I can talk to him for you?” You offer and he looks at you, smiling. 

“You hate talking to him.”

“I don’t hate it. I just don’t prefer it.” You correct and he laughs genuinely. You feel good having cheered him up a bit. He moves and slings an arm around you, you freeze slightly but you’re not uncomfortable, just surprised. 

“Maybe I can finally help Nanami see you.” He whispers and you snap your eyes to his. 

“Hmm?”

“You heard me. I see the way you look at him.” He teases. You blush instantly, turning away. Giving him the answer he needs. 

“Nanami’s a friend.”

“So that’s what you call it?” He says and you roll your eyes, gaining back a bit of confidence over the surprise. 

“Yes. A friend. Like Haibara. Like you.” You list off and Geto cocks his head. 

“I didn’t know you felt that way about me.” He jests and you lean into him, rolling your eyes. 

“I can’t believe I never told you about the feelings I’ve been harboring for you.” You joke back and Geto laughs a bit more. You were glad you sat next to him, glad you were able to lighten his mood, if only for a moment. 

“I knew the whole time, baby, you can’t hide it.” He jokes back but the nickname and the way his voice rasps as he says it actually makes your heart skip a beat. After all you were sensible, most everyone in this school was stupidly attractive. You laughed it off but suddenly Geto leaned forwards and pressed a kiss to your mouth. You froze, eyes like quarters. Unsure of what to do. You didn’t not want to kiss him but you never thought about it before. Geto seemed far away at all times. But not now, he felt real, real under your fingers as you barely gripped the front of his shirt. There was a distinct sound of a throat clearing as you almost jumped out of your skin pulling back from Geto. Nanami and Haibara stood near the vending machines, Nanami looking piqued and Haibara looking stunned and scandalized with his mouth slightly open. You pointedly move away from Geto, blushing throughout your entire body. Geto just leans back with a content look on his face, his arm was still around your shoulders. 

“Sorry guys, didn’t mean to keep her too long, just wanted to say goodbye.” Geto says as though he didn’t just turn this entire day upside down. You dared glance at Nanami, the daggers he’s shooting at Geto are so obvious you almost laugh aloud. 

“We can give you more time if you need?” Haibara suggests, the look in his eyes tell you he’s wanting an explanation because he was the only one who knew about your crush Nanami, well now him and Geto. 

“We really need to get going.” Nanami interjects sharply. 

“No worries boys.” Geto waves, standing. You follow suit. “You’ll call and let me know how the mission went?” He asks, tucking your hair out of your face. You blush heavily, not able to form words as you nod your head. He leans and kisses your forehead. “Be safe. You’re welcome.” He says, whispering the last part. He waves at Nanami and Haibara walking and disappearing down the hall. You stand there frozen for a moment. Nanami walks forwards, grabbing your bags from the floor, slinging it over his shoulders. You snap outta your stupor. 

“Oh I can get those.” You say. 

“Don’t worry about it.” He reaches and grabs out a jacket, handing it to you. “It’s raining.” He says softly, you take the jacket and silently thank him as you shimmy into his jacket. He walks off towards the car as Haibara grabs you.

“What the hell?”

“I don’t even know.” You say as you both burst out laughing. 

You wished you could have thanked Geto because Nanami confessed his feelings a day after Geto kissed you and you told him what really happened. But shortly after that mission everything changed. Geto was no longer a friend to anyone at the school. You remember the day you got the call. You were in Nanami’s room, your legs over his as you read your book. Your phone began to ring so Nanami grabbed it for you. 

“Who is ‘annoying’?” He asked with an amused expression. 

“Gojo.” You said and he laughed. “Can you answer it?” You ask and he does. There’s a few silent moments and you turn when it goes on for two long. The look on Nanami’s face was something you’ll never forget. 

[life-at-hogwarts]

Darkness within (House of Gaunt)

Pairing: Ominis x GN! reader

Warnings: mentions of drinking, intrusive thoughts, panic attacks, hurt/comfort

Word count: 3.3 k

“I’m sorry I’m making it so difficult. I wish I was easier to love.”

“Nothing about you is hard to love. In fact, loving you feels as easy as breathing. You don’t need to be ashamed of your scars. I know what I signed up for, and I haven’t changed my mind.”

Summary: Bromance. Violence. Trauma.

A/n: More emotional torture because that's just how I roll.

Chapter 5 of House of Gaunt

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If you hadn’t felt the lack of sleep when you came back from your date night, you certainly felt it now. You had struggled to pay attention in your classes all morning. Partly because you were so sleep-deprived your brain could barely process what was going on, but also because just sitting next to Ominis made your stomach flutter. All you could think about was kissing him and your mind kept wandering back to the night before. Your distractedness cost you 5 housepoints in potions class when you accidentally added too much leech juice, causing the liquid to burn through the cauldron and flooding the potions stations of all those around you.

By lunch you were so exhausted you seriously considered skipping the rest of the day and calling in sick. You listlessly pushed your food around on your plate and fought the urge to rest your head on Ominis shoulder. The blonde had been quiet all morning, struggling to stay awake and was now resting his head in his palm, lost in thought, his meal still untouched.

“What’s on your mind?” you asked and pushed your plate away, officially giving up on trying to choke down lunch.

“Sebastian wasn’t in his bed when I came back. He must have spent the entire night in the Undercroft studying the journal,” Ominis sighed. “I’m worried about him.”

Since both of you had skipped breakfast, you had only seen your freckled friend briefly in class today and you hadn’t had the time yet to catch up.

“Have you tried talking to him about it?”

“He doesn’t listen!” Ominis groaned exasperated and tiredly rubbed his face. This entire thing with the journal really ate at him but you didn’t want to get caught in the crossfire between him and Sebastian. “His obsession with finding a cure is going to be…” Ominis stopped in the middle of the sentence and muttered under his breath,“Speak of the devil...”

You didn’t have to look up to know that Sebastian must be on his way towards the Slytherin table. No one could sneak up on Ominis, especially not Sebastian, whose footsteps and heartbeat he knew as well as his own. The freckled brunette slumped on the seat next to you, looking about as bad as you felt. Judging by the dark circles under his eyes he must have gotten about as much sleep as the both of you.

 “Sebastian! You look awful. How long did you stay up?”

“You’re one to talk. I know the two of you snuck out last night too. How was your date by the way?” he shot back, a taunting smile on his face. You laughed and gave him a cheeky wink.

“Don’t try to change the subject. We are worried about you,” Ominis chimed in, his voice sounding strained and tired.

“Look I don’t feel like being interrogated. Leave it alone. Seriously,” Sebastian groaned, unable to hide his annoyance. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, and prayed they would leave you out of it. Trying to diffuse the tension you dramatically collapsed on the table, burying your face in your crossed arms. “Merlin what I would do for a quick nap right now. Do you think Professor Binns would even notice if we missed class?”

“Nice try darling, but I am not risking detention for a nap,” Ominis sighed and let his fingers run through your hair. Surprised by this public display of affection Sebastian raised an eyebrow but remained silent. It must be odd for him to see his best friends dating, you thought to yourself. I hope he doesn’t feel left out.  “Says the one who falls asleep in class,” you replied teasingly and laughed when Ominis pretended to pout. Sebastian joined in and just like that the tension between the two was gone and they were back to being best friends.

“Watch out Ominis. Mc will lead you down a dangerous path. Sneaking around the castle at night, skipping class, soon you will join us on our little excursions in the Highlands.”

“You wish. I don’t even want to know what you two are up to when I’m not around.”

“Don’t worry I will take care of your sweetheart,” Sebastian grinned, earning an annoyed eyeroll from the both of you. Then he added, “I’m happy for you. Truly. You two deserve to be happy. Just keep the snogging at a minimum when I’m around, please.”

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You clutched your scarf, buried your nose in the soft fabric to protect it from the sharp wind so typical for the Highlands and hurried your steps. The path to Hogsmeade was usually filled with Hogwarts students, but to your luck the weather seemed to have scared off most of them. The sky was dark and hung with even darker clouds, and the wind tugged on your clothes mercilessly, no doubt the presage of a storm. You rushed past the shops on main street and made your way up to the town square where Sebastian already waited for you at the foot of the giant willow tree.

“Hope you didn’t have to wait too long,” you greeted him, still out of breath.

“Tell me again why we didn’t just meet at the three broomsticks?” your friend grumbled as he tried to keep his thick brown locks away from his face.

“It was your idea to meet here,” you protested but your friend gave you a playful nudge to signal that he was just messing around.

“Tell you what the first round of Butterbeer is on you and we are even,” he laughed.

Only minutes later the both of you warmed your hands on the warm mugs and inhaled the sweet scent of the liquid. The three broomsticks was relatively empty but you welcomed it. The things you and Sebastian usually discussed required a certain degree of privacy.

“So, tell me about your date,” Sebastian wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. He seemed to be in a good mood today.

“Didn’t Ominis already give you a play-by-play?”

The brunettes face darkened. “Not exactly.” Seems like I’ve hit a nerve. Of course, you had noticed that something between them had changed ever since the scriptorium. Usually, you tried to stay out of it, but today you felt like you had to ask. “What’s going on between the two of you?”

“The usual. We’re still having…a disagreement over the spellbook. I’m sure your beau must have told you all about it,” he scoffed, and his entire demeanor changed. Gone was the lighthearted mischief maker that you knew and loved. You had seen and felt his dark side several times, this irritable, angry and bitter version of him and knew arguing with him would be pointless but you had to try.

“He’s worried about you because he loves you, you know?”

“If he loved me, he would help me find a cure for Anne,” Sebastian spat, his voice cold as ice.

“Don’t be like that.”

“Of course, you take his side.”

“Now that we are courting you mean. That doesn't change anything for me. Our friendship is a separate thing, I’m just trying to understand what’s going on between the two of you,” you protested and fought the urge to roll your eyes. It was unfair of Sebastian to accuse you of taking sides, when you had always been there for him to help him execute whatever crazy plan he had come up with.

“Don’t. This is between Ominis and I. Now let’s talk about something else. You still haven’t told me how your date went,” he tried to diffuse the situation and gave you a tired smile. “But first, I’m going to get us something a little stronger.” You couldn’t help but smile too when you watched your friend work his charm and quick wit to convince Sirona to slip him two glasses of Firewhiskey.

On your way back to the castle you felt the alcohol taking effect, keeping you warm from the icy wind. Next to you, Sebastian swayed dangerously – he had had even more shots than you. We are going to be so hungover tomorrow. The way back to the castle felt endlessly long. This was made even worse by Sebastian who tried to lay down on the floor or run away from you every two minutes. You felt like a babysitter chasing after him and getting him to follow you. When you finally reached the castle, you decided to escort him to the dorms. Ominis welcomed you with raised eyebrows when he noticed the state his friend was in and together you dragged him into their room. After you had taken care of your friend, Ominis accompanied you back to the exit of the common room. “I take it you two had fun tonight. I’m going to have fun holding back his hair all night, judging by the condition he’s in.”

“Are you mad at me?”

“Of course not. I’m just tired,” he quickly reassured you and placed a quick kiss on your lips before he backed away and made a face. “That bad?” you giggled.

“Let’s just hope you don’t run into any professors.”

Still, he didn’t back away when you pulled him closer for another kiss. You buried your fingers in his hair and pressed your cold body against his warmth. He replied by deepening the kiss, his tongue starting to explore yours, as he tightened his grip on you. You enjoyed the way he shivered and gasped under your touch when you ran your hands down his spine. Then suddenly, the warmth was gone. Ominis had forced himself to pull away and left you longing for more. You looked at him, puzzled, and watched him catch his breath. Why did you stop? “We shouldn’t. Not here. Not like this,” he finally managed to get out and gestured at the room. You didn’t care. Ominis cupped your face and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“You know how much I want you. But this is not the time or place.” Pretending to pout you turned away from him, but you were too drunk to keep up your pretense and started giggling. 

“Go to bed, darling. Sleep it off. I have to go look after Sebastian,” Ominis murmured softly and stroked your cheek. “Are you going to make it back to your dorms safely?” The concern in his voice made your heart soar. It felt good, being loved this way. “I’ll be fine,” you reassured him and reached for his hand. He pulled you into a hug instead and you buried your face in his chest, listening to his heartbeat. “Goodnight, darling”, he whispered and placed another kiss on the top of your head.

As soon as you stepped through the doorway into the corridor someone grabbed your arm. “Ominis…,” you giggled and turned around. You froze when you were met by Marvolos piercing stare and instinctively took a step back.

“You know if you want to be with a Gaunt so badly, I would be the better option. I don’t get why you waste your time with my crippled brother. It’s not like he is going to inherit anything,” he sneered, his voice dripping with hatred and disgust.

Without hesitation you took a swing and punched him. Hard. A disgusting cracking sound echoed through the empty corridor, followed by a long silence. Finally, Marvolo looked up, a nasty smile on his lips, blood dripping from his broken nose. You suddenly became aware of how helpless you would be if he decided to fight you right now. Still half-sedated from the alcohol you were an easy target. You clutched your wand and waited for Marvolo to retaliate. Nothing happened. The only sound was the steady dripping of blood onto the stone floor. It made him look even more dangerous. Even though he was younger than you your instincts told you not to underestimate him. According to Ominis he took great pleasure in practicing the Unforgivables on other people. After a few more moments that felt like an eternity he simply turned around and vanished through the entrance of the common room. Your hands were shaking when you made your way back to your dorms. Whatever this was with Marvolo, you could feel that it was only the beginning.

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When you woke up in the morning your head was throbbing. You could only guess how Sebastian must be feeling.  Thinking about the events of last night you groaned, knowing that Ominis would not be amused when he found out what you had done to his brother, and you were not in the mood for conflict. Maybe I’ll just stay in my room all day. As much as you loved that plan you knew you had to go to the Room of Requirement to take care of all your rescued creatures. Highwing always got grumpy when he didn’t get his dinner on time, and you really didn’t want to deal with a grumpy Hippogriff.

You spent the entire morning feeding, grooming, and playing with your creatures, really taking your time. After that you tended to your plants and quickly brewed a few more healing potions for good measure. You even managed to get Deek to bring you a couple of sandwiches from the kitchens, so you didn’t have to go to the great hall for lunch. Just when you thought about taking Highwing out for a ride you heard someone enter the Room of Requirement. Ominis.

“I knew I’d find you here.”

You tried reading his face to figure out how to approach this, but he remained expressionless.  While you were thinking about what to say he continued, “You don’t need to hide from me. I heard what you did to Marvolo last night. What was that about?”

“I can handle your brother.”

Ominis furrowed his brows and moved closer. “What happened?” he asked softly. He didn’t seem angry at all, he seemed concerned. You let out a shaky breath and gently placed a hand on his forearm, “It was nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

“What did he say to you?” Ominis asked again, his milky gaze holding yours.

“He insulted you and I lost my temper. That’s what happened.”

For a long time, no one said anything. You would have done anything to know what was going on inside of Ominis’ head as you waited for his response. Was he angry at you? You thought about Marvolos disgusting grin and clenched your fists again. I’m not going to apologize for this, you thought grimly. Finally, Ominis spoke up.

“I think it’s best that we end this right now before you get hurt.”

It felt like someone had hit you in the face and you quicklypulled back your hand that was still resting on his arm. This reaction didn’t make any sense. It wasn’t even you who got hurt but Marvolo. If anything, this proved that you could look after yourself.

“Where is this coming from? I had a little disagreement with your brother and you want to break up?”

“They will come after you. It was stupid of me to think they would ever let me be happy,” he said, his voice shaking.

“Ominis, I’m not going anywhere,” you tried to reassure him, but he was starting to panic. His hands were shaking violently, and he kept cradling his head repeating the same thing over and over again. “They’re going to hurt you. And it will be my fault.”

Seeing him like this, you felt helpless. “I need you to calm down. Focus on my voice and breathe. Nothing is going to happen to me, alright? Your family won’t hurt me. It’s alright. Everything is alright,” you once again tried to talk him down, but it was no use. He seemed to be trapped inside of his own mind and you couldn’t get him out.

 “My thoughts are so loud. I can’t make them stop. It’s so loud. I need to make it stop,” he whispered, tears in his eyes. Now you were starting to panic as well. You had never seen him like this before and it scared you. What scared you even more was that you didn’t know how to help him.

“Stay here. I’ll go get Sebastian,” you said and hurried out of the room. You didn’t even bother searching for him in the Slytherin dorms and headed straight for the Undercroft. Sure enough, you found your friend, his nose buried in the old tome you had found in the Scriptorium.

“What’s wrong?” Sebastian asked when he saw your flushed face.

“Something is wrong with Ominis. I don’t know how to calm him down. He insists that his family is going to do something to me. He says he can’t make his thoughts stop,” you blurted out, stumbling over your words.

Sebastian nodded and closed his book. “I see. He gets like that sometimes. Bring me to him. I know what to do.”

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The sun was about to set when you made your way to the Slytherin dorms. A few minutes ago you had received an owl from Sebastian, that Ominis was better and wanted to talk to you. As you hurried down the corridors of Hogwarts you smiled to yourself. It was heartwarming the way these two took care of each other, despite being in a fight. The connection between them was more than friendship, it was brotherhood.

Ominis waited for you in front of the entrance to the common room. Before you could say anything he offered you his hand. “Care to accompany me for a walk?”  Even though you wanted nothing more than ask how he was and what had happened, you silently interlocked your fingers with his, giving him space. For a while you walked in silence, leaving the dungeons behind and passing the empty great hall. When Ominis lead you through the courtyard towards a little iron gate you finally understood where you were headed. The boathouse. Of course. On your way down the endless-seeming staircase Ominis finally started to speak.

“Sorry you had to see me like this.”

“There is no need to apologize. Do you want to tell me what happened?” you asked tentatively. The blonde took a shaky breath before answering and you squeezed his hand reassuringly.

“Sometimes I get these thoughts. They are not real, but they feel so real that I lose myself in them. It’s like they are screaming at me. I don’t know how to explain it.”

“What are they saying?”

“Usually my worst fears. Things I don’t want to happen,” he whispered and lowered his gaze, collapsing into himself. You had seen him like this before – at Gaunt Manor when his father had raised his voice at the dinner table. Seeing what his family had done to him made your blood boil, but you put your anger aside and asked softly, “That sounds awful. How can I help you when something like that happens?”

“I don’t know.”

“We’ll figure it out.”

“I’m sorry I’m making it so difficult. I wish I was easier to love.”

“Nothing about you is hard to love. In fact, loving you feels as easy as breathing. You don’t need to be ashamed of your scars. I know what I signed up for, and I haven’t changed my mind.”

Ominis still didn’t look at you, his empty gaze fixated on the dark water of the lake.  “You haven’t seen me at my worst yet. Believe it or not I’m actually keeping it together pretty well at the moment. That can change. And when it does, things get ugly. You don’t want to be around when that happens.”

You could feel him trying to pull away but you didn’t let him. “Stop. I’m perfectly able of making my own decisions. Try to push me away as much as you like, but I’m not going anywhere.”

[little-emerald-snake]

Brat taming w Ominis maybe? 😳 the more mean dominis, the better

Bratty - Dominis Gaunt X F!MC

🔥 NSFW 🔞 MDNI

This isn’t as spicy as I wanted to go but I really struggle with writing Ominis as a super hard Dom. In my mind he is a sweet baby angel who can do no wrong.

Warnings: Mild Dominis, bratty behavior, fingering f receiving, orgasm denial, punishment

700 words

She’d been in a defiant mood all day from the moment they woke up. Ominis knew it was likely just to push his buttons for one reason or another but the more she acted out the more he wanted to act on it and dole out a befitting punishment.

She’d come from work not long ago and when he hadn’t asked for a kiss from her she decided to pick an attitude with him. “What? No kiss? Are you punishing me for earlier today?”

Ominis scoffed, stopping his reading briefly to respond to her. “If I was punishing you for your behavior as of late, you'd know it, Darling. It wouldn’t possibly be something as bland as not asking for your kisses.”

She furrowed her brows in question and irritation, wondering what he was possibly upset about. “You doling out some serious form of punishment, puh-lease. You wouldn’t be so harsh with a punishment.”

He gave her a challenging look. “You’re being quite a disobedient brat lately. Are you looking to get punished? Is that what you want sweetheart?”

She came to straddle his lap, meeting his challenge. “Maybe I am. Maybe I don’t think you could actually punish me for anything because you’re far too teeth rottingly sweet to me.”

Ominis let out a deep chuckle that reverberated through his chest and caused goosebumps to rise across her skin. “Oh, Darling. I thought you knew better than to underestimate me. Silly, silly girl. How wrong you are.”

She leaned in close now, licking her lips in preparation for the searing kiss she knew was to come next. “Prove it.”

In a flash she was pinned underneath him and although Ominis was still pretty lithe like he had been all those years ago at Hogwarts, he was also surprisingly strong, able to pin her down effectively rendering her struggle useless. “Now you’re in trouble, naughty girl. Giving me attitude all day and acting like I won’t take charge and punish you like you properly deserve.”

She whined pathetically as he licked a thick stripe up the side of her neck where he knew it would drive her wild with excitement. Her back bowed off the couch as much as it could from under him. She eagerly tried to press against him but he’d moved just out of reach, denying her of the friction she desperately craved.

Her hands slid up, trying to tug him down onto her but he easily took both wrists in one hand above her head, effectively stopping her wandering hands. “Brats don’t get what they want, you’d do well to remember that, Dove.”

He maneuvered their bodies so he could easily hold her wrists above her head and slide his fingers down the front of her pants. She moaned with relief when his fingers touched her under the fabric where she grew hot and wet for him.

She was absolutely soaked as he plunged two fingers inside of her and used his thumb to deftly roll blissful circles around her clit.

She whined, hips lifting to seek more of his touch. More of the pleasure that he was flaring to life inside her body. He made sure she received only the pleasure he doled out and nothing more, she was being greedy as always. “Naughty, Dove. My greedy little girl thinks she deserves to cum on my fingers? Is that what you think you deserve?”

He chuckled, hearing her whine, hips bucking upwards with need. She was clearly on the precipice of an orgasm and he couldn’t have that. Just as her cries began to crescendo, he pulled his fingers out, leaving her high and dry before her orgasm could hit.

She gasped, eyes misty with confusion and bliss meeting his smug expression. She whined, collapsing backwards onto the bed at the realization of what he’d done. “Ominissss…this isn’t fair!”

He chuckled, sliding his slick coated fingers up her torso and gently sliding them into her mouth. “You’re in no position to bargain about what is and is not fair, Dove. You wanted a punishment and now you’re mad that I’m delivering. You are going to learn to behave. That bratty behavior will get you nowhere.”

[kydrogendragon]

Dec 24 - The Night Before

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The stockings hung above the fireplace, casting shadows across the living room of Hob’s flat. He sits in the armchair, nursing the small glass of eggnog with a dash of Fireball in it. His legs are propped up on the coffee table as he lets the warmth of the flames wash over him. It was Christmas Eve and all the presents were wrapped and delivered to those he was close with in this life. His own tree rests in the corner, decorated with the ornaments and baubles that he’s collected over the years. Hob smiles as he spots the small black cat ornament he and Morpheus found while they were out shopping.

He’d been drawn to it the moment his eyes spotted it in the Hallmark aisles. Hob had to chuckle to himself as Morpheus’s eyes grew almost comically large at the sight of it. They bought it, of course. Hob had a brief thought about wrapping it up and putting it in his stocking, but it was worth the joy in his face for the rest of their outing as Morpheus held the small brown bag close to his chest.

They’d hung the ornament up the moment they got home. His first one. First of many, Hob was certain. It settled something in his heart knowing that a piece of Morpheus was on his… on their tree, now. It felt right. It made him warmer than the bit of whiskey in his drink did.

Morpheus was fast asleep on the couch, his laptop resting on his lap, the screen long since turned off. His black hair was spread out across the cream throw pillows, one hand resting above his head, the other on his stomach. Hob watched the gentle rise and fall of his chest and smiled as his lover’s eyes flickered behind his eyelids.

It was strange to think that at this very moment, Morpheus was off in another realm. Back in the Dreaming, his old home. It had taken him quite a bit of time to be comfortable with that notion, afraid that he was somehow intruding upon Daniel’s new reign. But now, Hob’s pretty sure he almost looks forward to his dreams, even if he’s now like everyone else and only sometimes remembers them.

Hob drains the last bit of his drink and sets his mug on the table to his side. The soft glow of the tree lights softens the edges of Morpheus’s face. The sharpness in his jaw and cheeks has filled out since he first arrived. No longer was he the hallow, jagged creature he was when he showed up at Hob’s doorstep. Now, he’s softer, warmer, and more importantly, happier. And Hob helped do that. He helped that softness grow, helped it wrap around his frame like a warm hug.

He’s seen Morpheus staring at himself in the mirror one day, his fingers trailing across the soft expanse of his stomach, pinching lightly at the soft rolls that were just beginning to show. Hob had worried that perhaps Morpheus was displeased by it. He’d only ever seen him as the gaunt sharp edged man for most of his life, after all. But no. Instead, Morpheus had met Hob’s eyes through the mirror and just smiled. Said it was a physical sign of Hob’s care and attention. Hob struggled not to cry a bit at that. And now? Now, Hob gets to kiss every inch of that soft skin, he gets to suck marks into the warm flesh that he help build and spill his love into the plush give of Morpheus’s body.

Morpheus stirs, mumbling something under his breath as he shifts on the couch. His legs move and the laptop that was on them moves with it. Hob’s eyes widen as the laptop tilts. He stands, moments too late as the laptop slides off of the blanket and clatters to the floor.

His lover jolts upright, his eyes blinking away the sleep from his eyes as he takes in his surroundings. His hair is staticy from the pillow and sticks up with all directions. Hob snickers at the sight. In all honesty, it’s probably a look Morpheus would love to replicate on the daily. It reminds Hob more of how his hair used to look in the Dreaming when he was Dream. Morpheus stares up at him, his brows slowly drawing close.

“What happened?” He asks, his voice thick with sleep.

Hob steps closer and leans down, scooping up the laptop from it’s tumbled position. He wiggles the trackpad and the screen lights up. No marks, no scratches. All good. He closes the lid and sets the laptop on the coffee table.

“Laptop fell, that’s all.” Morpheus blinks a few more times as his gaze slowly falls on the computer with it’s new home on the table.

“Ah,” he says, followed immediately by a yawn. Hob chuckles and holds his hand out.

“C’mon love. It’s late. Let’s get to bed, yeah?”

Morpheus nods and takes his hand, pulling himself up and off of the couch. “When did I fall asleep?”

Hob guides the two of them down the hall to their bedroom. “An hour ago or so? You looked too peaceful to disturb.”

Morpheus hums as he climbs into bed, hauling the sheets over his body, tucking it right under his chin. Hob shakes his head fondly as he follows after, pulling Morpheus’s body close to his. His lover’s hands wind around him automatically. Soon, Hob’s face is full of wild black hair as Morpheus tucks himself under his chin.

“G’night Hob,” Morpheus mutters against his neck. Hob tilts his head to press a kiss to Morpheus’s head.

“Goodnight Morpheus.” Hob looks at the glowing red digits on the alarm clock on the nightstand and smiles. It reads 12:43am. “And Happy Christmas.”